Dance. Dance Motherf&*#er, Dance.

On Saturday I visited Ctale, D, Miss S, and their menagerie of geriatric critters. We dined on tasty turkey soup made by D, crab dip (also made by D) and insanely delicious homemade Fiddle-Faddle (courtesy of Ctale).

Miss S ate cheddar bunnies and sipped at water as she watched the floor show from her booster seat, set atop the dining room table. The stars of the floor show were Ctale and I, performing an interpretive dance to "Eye of the Tiger," one of Miss S'es favorite songs.