Put on your dancing shoes and join me in the kitchen. Hubby and I have kitchen danced for years. I will be just cooking away and hubby will walk up behind me and ask for a dance. By no means are we anything close to Fred and Ginger. He holds me close and I rest my head on his chest. That's about it. And then he is gone again, to watch his ball games. So as football starts this week, I am looking forward to some kitchen dancing. Bring it on Fred.