I have invented a new dance. I call it the "Oops Dance." It goes something like this. First you go to New Hampshire to visit family. Next, you go to your niece, Heather's house for a girl's afternoon watching movies. What fun we will have: My two daughters, Jennifer and Jessica, my two nieces, Heather and Kara, and my sister-in-law, Cindy.
I look at this awesome dip, and volunteer to take it down to the movie room in the basement. I start down the stairs and begin to sway. This is how the dance starts. Then, I go back up the stairs, put my glasses on my head (reading glasses don't work well for desending stairs). Next, I continue down the stairs and I still seem to be swaying back and forth, all the way down. Crocs with no backs doesn't really help.
The last step. I think I have made it. Turn the corner and proceed. Now, Heather, why did you put that big curve as a step down anyway? You guessed it, I stepped down missing that, walking instead. That's where the dance begins to excelerate. "Oh, oh, save the dip. Save the dip." I don't fall and continue one step after another. Complete silence. Everyone is watching me with interest. This dance really seems to be mesmorising to them.
"Save the dip." I keep singing this song in my head. There's the table, only two more pirouettes. Can I make it?
"Down dip, down," Gently set it on the table. Now for the end of the dance. Plop, plop. Down I go, face first in the cracker and chip bowl.
"Are you all right?"
"Are you okay?" Not a laughter in the room, only concern. This is the highlight of the dance! All eyes are on me.
"Well," says I, "I will be fine as soon as I get this chip out of my nose!"
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