Hey guys, remember twenty years ago, whenever we flaunted the town's anti-dancing statute by holding a prom just outside the city limits? That was so great. We learned so much about ourselves, and about life. Why haven't we done anything like that in the past twenty years?

I mean; I'm pretty busy. Ren and I had sex that same night in his yellow beetle, and we didn't have a condom. Sting was born nine months later. I guess after that we didn't have time to dance as much. He works in the factory he used to dance his troubles away in, and I babysit for spare cash.

Thank goodness for my parents. I used to think they were so stuffy, but mom really helped out a lot after Sting was born. And without dad co-signing our loan, I don't think we could have bought our doublewide.

Now Sting and Helen have graduated, and it's just Ren and me left in the house. It would be nice if we could just go to one of the high school dances. I don't really like the hip-hop, though. And I felt lame last time, because the kids kept laughing at us. Sting was pretty embarrassed.

I don't know. I miss the old days. I mean, I've put on a little too much weight to go riding between two trucks in the face of an oncoming logging truck. After Ren broke his toe fixing the mower, he probably couldn't do much dancing.

Well, maybe we can all talk about this at the women's meeting, after church. If can't put a dance together, maybe a nice potluck barbeque would be the next best thing.

I'll bring Jello.