Saturday night is for going out to bust a move. Sadly, Mr. R. and I have been sacked by vicious colds. The only thing busting right now is my head and my current move is kind of sluggish. We’re spending date night sniffling and snuffling as we down chicken soup and decongestants. Here’s hoping you’re enjoying your Saturday night. We’ll see you for the Superbowl.
Feel better. The song threw me back into 1990….
Sorry. My age might be showing. 🙂
Uhhh, I’m right there with ‘ya. 🙂
War Seattle…Cheaters go home!!
There’s no room for whiney cheater-pants in football. It is known. 😉