There was a great party last night, but I woke up this morning with two tattoos. There is one on the back of my hand, and one on my chest. My family came over around three, including my two nieces, who are two years old and four years old. We had mashed potatoes, corn and chicken for dinner. After we all ate and the guys shot guns outside, I practiced swing dancing in the front yard. I taught my brother in law how to do a knee lift.
Just last Friday, I learned rock step, knee lift, hip step and Aeriel. I tried to learn torpedo, but it didn't go as smoothly as other stunts. I practiced an Aeriel over and over again so many times that I was beginning to feel sick. I enjoyed swing dancing, it was much different then the English Country Dancing that I am used too. What I loved most, was the movement that goes into the girl's hips. There was one couple, that were so graceful they seemed to glide wherever they walked. It was beautiful, I spent the night striving to feel the beat of the music and get the rhythm to move my feet.
When we went back inside the house, there was guitar playing while the girls and I got tattoos. They were covered by the end of the night. We all had salted caramel ice cream when we were done. The girls decided to see who could poke at the ice cream when I wasn't looking. Sad to say, I was out smarted by the two year old.
My two year old niece insisted on a Boots tattoo on my hand.
My four year old niece, thought I should have Dora on my chest, near my neck.
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