HALFTIME
Oh, such a wonderful expressing of pure disgust!  Lasha mistakenly wore white socks because we marched in white shoes, not remembering we would be wearing black shoes for the game.  No need to worry, though, Lasha was in luck.  Suemoe wore two pairs of black socks that day, thinking it would be extraordinarily cold.  It wasn't.  So when we got to the Alerus, Suemoe obligingly handed over one of those pairs.  Keep in mind we DID march that morning, and this is right after it.  Suemoe's a sweaty girl, and her shoes reek like no one but Mandi or Jill could surpass.  Luckily it's the black shoes that reek, and not the white shoes, and I sweat that day in the white shoes.  That doesn't change the fact that Lasha had to pull warm, sweaty, pre-used socks on her bare feet, thinking all the time that they were Suemoe's socks she was putting on, knowing full well the aromatic capabilities of my body.
I told someone that this picture proved we had the greatest toe-touches ... I guess I was wrong.  But I maintain that this picture was taken on the swing down to landing, and it has no bearing on the real height of their jump at that time.
Sweetness, we're so together here!
I can't really figure out what we're supposed to be doing here, because I don't remember any sort of turning leap/jump we do all together in this dance.
Anyone have a clue?  Unless it's our double, and if it is, we really need to work on getting our posse up to our knee.
I don't know if it's fortunate or too bad that we didn't get any pictures of our kicks.  I'm gonna go with fortunate.
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