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.