Since I'm still on a camping hiatus, I'm using this funny story as a fill in. I'll be gone until next Thursday, but Rita will be back to blogging next week, and you know she always provides some interesting and useful info. Gotta love that girl! Stay well and safe, and enjoy the post. Ginger
Last night we went to a party at our local senior center. The second Tuesday of every month they have an evening potluck supper. We usually eat, play bingo, reminisce, and drink a little wine and talk about the good ole days.
We heard Selma Martin's grandson is staying with her for a few weeks. It's rumored he got in a scrap with the law out in Boulder over some marijuana and he came to The Villages to avoid the heat.
Anyway, Selma is known for her delicious Brownies and she always bakes up a quadruple batch for each get-together. She makes enough for everyone and some for folks to take one home for later.
Not a one left over. We later found out that Selma 's grandson, Butch, laced the brownies with some of his marijuana.
Knowing this, I guess it offers a logical reason for everyone feeling good that night.
By the time Zeke put on the bunny hop record, everyone was in a real good mood and it was the first time the whole place got up and danced!
That is until the cops came to check all the noise complaints.
Well, that's another story...
YOU PUT YOUR LEFT FOOT IN AND ... WELL, YOU KNOW THE REST!
Life's too Short...
Dance like No One
is Watching You!
And you thought all we seniors did was play Bingo!!