dancing queen

This evening we watched the Colorado Rockies throw their chance away to advance in the playoffs. It was a terrible game and both B and I were none-too pleased about the outcome. Poor GG cried herself to sleep tonight over the state of baseball in her beloved hometown. Annabelle was so torn about what to do...weep for the Rockies? demand that heads roll? or.....try and forget her sorrows and just dance?!

The answer seemed obvious...

"You are the dancing queen... young and sweet, [not even close to] seventeen...

Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine...

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life... See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen!!!"

If you didn't know better you would probably think this next photo was just an exhausted, danced-out Annabelle. Nope, she's tattling on GG (after GG went to bed and couldn't even defend herself)! She was letting us know that earlier in the evening as we were getting ready for dinner, GG hit her in the head with the door of the cabinet that holds the bibs. I witnessed the entire thing (and yes, GG did give her a good pop in the head), but her Dadda didn't see and Annabelle needed him to know how she's being abused by her baby sister. Poor B, so many girls in this house, so much drama....