Dance was Friday! Because neither my mother nor my sisters were there, I got to dance with my dad. Often. I danced Posties for the first time with my dance group, the Virginia Reel, the Hay-maker's Jig (once REALLY fast! BWAHAHA!), and Hunting-The-Fox. It made me very happy, and for once I didn't take any pictures. Not only does dancing make it hard to handle a camera, but it's extremely hard to take pictures with said camera if it's at home and I'm at dance. Odd.

I would have enjoyed Posties more if my finger hadn't been bleeding during it. I felt bad about holding out a bleeding hand to people, but apparently no one even noticed! Most of the blood went onto my skirt, I think:--it's brown and hides things nicely.

Happy Birthday to my dad, yesterday!

This ends your random update of the...something. Week. Whichever.