So, when I put on my clogs, I feel the need to dance a little jig. I hop, kick, and "Riverdance" around the kitchen in my clogs. I dance like my feet are on fire. Husband and Jude simply laugh. They used to be really amused. Now, they just wait for the epileptic fit to stop before they attempt to talk to me. Then, it's business as usual.
Just another day in Weenie's World!