Dancing Shoes and the Boo Boo Throat

Well it's Friday night and I'm taking the night off of NF to chill out ... actually I'm going out for a little bit, but even if I was home to be on NF, I wouldn't be able to sign on.

My throat seems to need a break from talking - it's sore, uh, well, it just kind of stopped working properly.  It sounds a bit scratchy, which I'll chalk up to allergies, but I'm sure you're thinking something else, something very naughty (and you may be right, but I'll never tell).

I may not be able to talk, but I can dance and I just unpacked a forgotten and favorite pair of sandals from about a year ago.  It's like getting new stuff!  You pack stuff away in a mystery wrapping and then when you uncover it a year later it's like WOW = Awesome.

So boys, I'll be sure to do a few tequila shots to knock out whatever's stuck in my throat - I'll try not to scream and sing and talk - (yeah right) ... and I'll be on in the morning ...

See You on NF Saturday Morning ... EARLY ... I wake up horny and tomorrow I'll probably also be a little tipsy still (one could only hope).

Have a good night boys and dream of me ... that way I know you'll wake up with a woody. :)  Meanwhile I'll be dancing the night away and sucking on ... lollipops.