It shall now be called "dancing chicken."
Yes I've dwelt on this since last night's post. I will not discuss why because it's probably just silly, but with my new name decision, this is how I expect the conversation to go next time we have it for dinner:
Me: "Hubby, tonight we are going to have 'dancing chicken' for dinner."
Hubby: "What?! You know I don't like dancing!"
PS. I wish I knew how to dance salsa. It's all Patrick Swayze's fault- him and that damn mambo.
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Hee Hee. I still watch Dirty Dancing. And I'm not ashamed. :)
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