My mom would not take part in this recreation (mainly because she was in her nightgown).  I, on the other hand, had no problem looking ridiclious as long as it furthered the cause of our highly esteemed blogsite.  At least I wasn't letting a poor motor-compromised guy chase me around the kitchen in his wheelchair.  Like some people I know.  (Maureen Elaine Driscoll Howell)

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