Ain't it the truth. I'm still looking for the perfect "tent putter upper!" I love how the dancers meld together and almost become one. But even so, Carlotta keeps her distance...
Stickup, Have you seen those pop-up tents that just explode into being like a fake snake exploding from a joke can? They seem as easy to put up as flinging a Frisbee. The trick, I suspect, much like with a map, would be to refold them.
I would say that Carlotta's been burned one too many times to venture too near that particular kind of camp fire again.
It takes two to tangle.
ReplyDeleteDCW,
ReplyDeleteAye, there's the rub.
Is that dress outrageous and is he adorable? I can almost hear the music!
ReplyDeleteYes, we can! Trust Obama.
ReplyDeleteBlue Sky,
ReplyDeleteI think my addiction to tv show So You Think You Can Dance (both Canadian and US versions)is showing!
carmenooch,
ReplyDeleteI don't know about Obama, but I would say thaty you are living proof of this maxim.
;-)
see response to dcw
ReplyDeletecarmenooch,
ReplyDeleteTruth is often stranger than friction.
"Put on your red shoes and dance the blues" came to mind when I saw this ~
ReplyDeleteAin't it the truth. I'm still looking for the perfect "tent putter upper!" I love how the dancers meld together and almost become one. But even so, Carlotta keeps her distance...
ReplyDeleteDriftwood,
ReplyDeleteWhat??--not Shake Your Booty?!
Do a little dance,
Take a little chance,
Get down tonight,
Get down tonight,
Shake shake shake
Shake shake shake
Shake your boooooteeeeeeeeee
They don't write 'em like that any more.
Stickup,
ReplyDeleteHave you seen those pop-up tents that just explode into being like a fake snake exploding from a joke can? They seem as easy to put up as flinging a Frisbee. The trick, I suspect, much like with a map, would be to refold them.
I would say that Carlotta's been burned one too many times to venture too near that particular kind of camp fire again.
Sounds "With or without you" by U2... Eternal question ;) (soupir)!!
ReplyDeleteÖtli,
ReplyDeleteExcellent song to accompany this post!
A lovely and very sympathetic work. I guess you have your reasons for expressing the maximum over men.
ReplyDeleteShe's his - but only from the waist down! Perfect image for a "come here - go away" message.
ReplyDeleteWell done - as always.
Zoe,
ReplyDeleteMerci infiniment! J'espère de te voir ice de temps á autre!
Bonnie,
ReplyDeleteYes, definitely mixed messages going on: "Come hither, so that I may wither you with my icy glare and hot body!"
Leovi,
ReplyDeleteSorry, almost missed your comment! Somebody made up that maxim long before me, but if the shoe fits...
"At last ... " - oh well, only a dance partner (what would Etta say?). ;-)
ReplyDeleteMerisi,
ReplyDeleteI think Etta would say, "I'm a hoochie coochie gal--I'd have him eating right out of my hand"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RI98xPkLNVU
haha- the undeniable irony!
ReplyDeleteSharmon,
ReplyDeleteYup, just one of those wrinkles i life that can't be ironed out.