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November 23, 2001
We have dances at night - 570 women, 20 cover model
wanna-bes - and a few stray husbands. This can lead to hilarity.
Well, since my son had the slippers, it is only fair
that he dance!
He actually got up to slow-dance with Lisa in the
afternoon. In the doggy botties.
Not good enough for Momma.
I get the DJ and we arrange for him to play, "Who
Let the Dogs Out!" - at which point my son has promised to get out of
his wheelchair and dance.
And - at nearly midnight, at our last function (the
Vampire ball) before we load the car and vanish, we do exactly that.
"Who Let the Dogs Out? Woof! Woof! Woof!"
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