Dancin’ at the waffle house

 Dancin’ at the Waffle House, Michael Jackson, and one week to live.

“Did you hear about that doctor that looked at Michael Jackson’s blood work and gave him six months to live?” I asked my husband, Henry as we were sitting at the waffle House in Baton Rouge Louisiana.

“No,” Henry replied, “I didn’t but it makes you think about what is important doesn’t it?”

So Henry, I asked…What would you do if you knew you had only one week to live?

Ohhhh, I’d spend all my time with you, said Henry, with a wink and a twinkle in his eye…

OK- now my turn.” I would dance to every song that I felt like dancing to.
And I would follow the next lady that peed on the toilet seat and make her clean it up.”

 

Just then, I spied the jukebox in the corner and thought…

Why wait? I am going to play some music and when a good song comes on, I am going to get up and dance to it.

Oh nooooooo- don’t do that…this is waffle House, not a dance place.

Sure enough, Marvin Gaye, “Gotta Give it up” came on and I got up and started dancing. The waitresses LOVED it and some came out and danced with me too. The whole place was whopping and hollerin before the song was over. Fun Fun Fun!

Why not start doing some of those things we have been wanting to do right now? Why wait?
What would you love to do if you were living like there was no tomorrow?
What would you love to do if you did not have to worry what people would think of you?

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