If you were concerned by the title of this post, don't be. When I said rugby, I really meant it. Well, okay, not the sport per se, but little Emma bullying the crap out of her sister - and her sister LOVING IT.
The game involved Chloe trying to crawl along the couch and Emma grabbing her by the foot and tugging her back. Both of them giggling hysterically all the while.
And it ended with a bit of love.
Our church's women's league was having a fundraiser for something or other and decided to do a barndance. When I heard the word barndance I was there like a bear - they are SOOOOOO much fun.
We got a table of eight all booked up and off we went to do-si-do.
We had to dress the part, of course.
Jane and Paddy are always up for some fun - and they were there like a bear too, as was janet, my sister.
A bit of line dancing, which I generally suck at was an unfortunate break between the real barndancey songs where I got to swing various women around the hall.
Good times.
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