The Big Dance...

We danced in the kitchen when it was all over.  Michigan had defeated The Orange and were headed to Monday's National Championship. We hugged, and smiled, and laughed out loud as our daughter, desperate to see the game, snored away in her bed, having fallen asleep long before halftime.

They're just games, I know, but they sure help to add some brilliant bright spots on the timelines of our lives.  Sure, you can dance in your kitchen any night, but we don't.  Most people need a reason, and last night we had a pretty good one.  It'd be nice to be swinging my wife around the room on Monday night as well.

Which reminds me of Rule #89:  You can never dance around your kitchen too much. Take every chance you get.