One day Edgar met Eula. He was crazy about her.
Now look what's happened. There are a million of us.
Well OK, not a million. But a LOT. Never fear, this will help us all keep in touch.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
# 23 of 80
Speaking of good little dancers, I have fond memories of dancing around the living room, with me standing on the tops of dad's feet "dancing" with him. This must have been when I was about six or seven years old. It was so much fun.
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