Hold Me Closer, Inappropriate Dancer: Waltzing With Cannons

Well, in addition to dancing with the chickens at the Big Butler Fair (referred to as ‘poultry’ by the sign on the barn, but I called them chickens to their face, lest they realize they are destined to be someone’s hot wings in a few weeks), I’ve been dancing all over!

On our trip to Canada in June, I had some prime dancing opportunities during our visit to historic Fort George.

I danced on the battlefield, much like Pat Benetar would expect me to do.

And I danced with a cannon, which was more Tom-Green-style. It’s like I’ve always said: cannons are generally a cause for an impromptu dance party.

Next, we went to Kennywood, where I inappropriately danced with a bunch of shadow people on the wall, who were also dancing!

And finally, we went to the super neat-o net-zero home open house last Thursday, and I danced in one of the closets on the third floor.

So, I’ve got 6 locations down, and 4 more to go. If only my husband was doing as well on his statue-posing Achievement!