What do you do when the longest, coldest, most bone chilling, miserable winter you can remember on the North Dakota prairie finally turns into March–a month you previously considered to contain some sort of promise of a thaw –only instead of that whole lamb thing, it slaps you in the frozen face with the not-so-warm-and-fuzzy behavior of twenty below zero?
You put on that leotard,
and you dance.
Coming Home: These North Dakota hips don’t lie
by Jessie Veeder
One. Two. Cha. Cha. Cha.
Great article on the Inforum. Fun to read. Cheers!
Love the pictures, I am looking forward to reading more on your interesting life 😉
Wonderful! You made me smile. Praying for warmth and thaw for y’all up North. It’s just too too much already 🙂 Have a glorious Spring!!!!!!