I had so much fun at Aunt Vicki and Uncle Brad's reception on Friday. My chicken strips were delectable and I couldn't stop dancing. Literally! Everyone would be exhausted after one or two songs and walk off. Not me! I would just go right back to the dance floor and do my signature move, "the sweeper." From Nora Jones to Vanilla Ice, I partied 'til the cows came home! Woo-Whoo!
**The picture to the right is my post-dance hangover. Man, what a night!
