My fellow BlogFest Sister -- Blister, for short -- Nora, tried so hard to get the very shy Sparky to play with her. Down at Bud's Beach, where we ventured to say our final goodbyes, Nora gave it one last try.
No matter how hard Noe-Noe Girl tried all weekend, Sparky would not dance with her.
You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her dance.
However, Sparky secretly likes her. How could she not?
I not-so-secretly dig Nora! She's the bomb-diggety!
Posted by: Meg | July 24, 2010 at 01:44 PM
Nora would have won her over. She's irresistible!
Posted by: Asthmagirl | July 24, 2010 at 10:16 AM
Well, this Blog Fester thinks that with just one more day Nora would have had Sparky dancing. She'd also be navigating a boat down Queens Creek. She's one smart cookie, that Sparky.
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | July 24, 2010 at 06:29 AM
That Sparky has some boundaries! She is going to be just fine;)
Posted by: Mental P Mama | July 24, 2010 at 04:54 AM
And, incimidentally, Blogfest Sister = Blister does seem a but more appropriate than Blog Fester.
Posted by: boB Cleveland | July 24, 2010 at 02:48 AM
I don't know what sort of dance it was, but I can guess by observing where Sparky was looking.
My kinda dance.
I think it's the agricultural dance invented in Hawaii. There, they put a crop of hay on one hip, put a crop of hay on the other hip, and then rotate their crops.
:)
Posted by: boB Cleveland | July 24, 2010 at 02:46 AM