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So it’s Saturday morning and Kes comes in and drags me out of bed to go do a little shopping with her.
“OK”, I says, “Let’s go.”
So I hop up and while she gets dressed I am in a little quandary since I can’t find anything to wear that fits. You see, I’ve lost weight. A good deal of it, as a matter of fact. So have Kessa and Keelan. We’ve all been on the diet train.
I put on a sleeveless white blouse and walked into the living room and stepped into the stairwell.
“Come look at this and tell me what you think.”
“In a minute! I’m getting dressed.”
So Keelan has wandered in and looks at me and says, “Why? What’s the matter with it?”
I extended my arms and asked if the hanging armholes looked ridiculous.She shrugs halfheartedly as her sister enters the room and Keelan says, “What are you going to be doing that would require you to put your arms out like that?”
I immediately reply that there may or may not be an occasion during our shopping trip where the need to do The Funky Chicken occurs.
Kes’s head snapped around like a homing device and her eyes zeroed in on me.
“Mom, let me make this perfectly clear… We will NOT be doing The Funky Chicken at ANY TIME TODAY.”
At some point in the day, on the way to the car, I had a pair of reading glasses perched on top of my head, (I mean how else am I going to read price tags?), and I was taking a pair of sunglasses out of my purse to apply to my eyeballs, having completely forgotten the reading glasses up there.
Kessa pipes up, “Mom, you’ve got too many pairs of glasses on at one time… one’s the limit.
I told her that I always wear two pairs when I’m going to do The Funky Chicken and she came to a complete stop in the parking lot.
“Mom! There WILL BE NO FUNKY CHICKEN, TODAY!”
I think this leaves the chance open for another day and if I keep my mouth shut and don’t remind her that it’s even a possibility… Well, I could very well be seen doing The Funky Chicken in the parking lot of Target near you. Or maybe even far away. The priceless thing won’t be me doing it, but the look on the young lady’s face with me.