Saturday, May 16, 2009

Polly Wolly Doodle

Polly Wolly Doodle was the song.  Angela was the girl dressed in a gold lame skirt, cowboy vest and hat, and tap shoes.  Gabriel was the boy who found himself smitten by this dark haired angel of a girl who lives up the street.  


On a related note...older teenagers who eat their weight in cheetos and pepsi everyday may want to consider whether prancing around stage in butt-less chapps over their leotards stretched so tight they're see through is really their calling in life.--or perhaps we should blame the costume designer.  Its really not the fancy-prancy teenagers fault they put her in buttless chaps as a costume.  (This really begs the question, what kind of dance recital WAS this!? doesn't it?)

5 comments:

Kristina P. said...

I know when I was contemplating that life question I realized that yes, it was my calling in life.

SO said...

Butt-less chaps!?!? Yikes.

Heatherlyn said...

Hmmm, that last paragraph creates a little too vivid an image ...

Happy Sunday!

Karen said...

Where are the pix?

Chef Tess said...

Not even possible to get that image out of my head. Thanks for that...hummmming a hymn now...