The girls are dancing around our beach condo singing and dancing to what they have dubbed “The French Fry Dance,” which involves them holding their hands over their heads and acting like French fries. However it is French fries act. This used to be the Banana Dance back before we gave up all healthy food in favor of what they serve on the Jersey Shore. A banana has not been seen for days. No salad. No apples. No strawberries. If it ain’t battered and fried, you won’t find it here. As I write this, the girls are making “ketchup angels” on the condo living room floor. I think we need an intervention.
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