My Irish Jig

We were talking at the dinner table the other day about Gabrielle’s decision to try a dance class. She mentoned that since she had primarily only played soccer, she thought most of the coordination would be in her legs, not her arms. I told her that she would proabably excel at the Irish Jig, like Riverdance. I was in the kitchen and I had to demonstrate, of course, so I started to do my jig  and as I got laughs I got more excited and I started going airborne and wacked my head on the chandelier.


One Response to “My Irish Jig”

  1. Reena Says:

    Don’t quit your day-job!


    Your Wife


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