When I am dancing around, because of nervousness, boredom, or joy, my husband Michael says, “Look at you go!”
Today, I noticed this in an email from Chewy.com:
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Somehow, that doesn’t land the same, probably because Chewy isn’t really looking. But because of all the places I’ve been going, “look at you go” seems like a good title for today’s blog post.
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Look at you go, Daily Bitch.
Here’s a tune called “Look at You Go” on YouTube:
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Look at you go accepting my gratitude, here and now!
The way you go is quite admirable, Ann.
I admire you too, Mark.
It is one of the sorrows of my life that I can no longer dance-my left leg is unreliable and apt to collapse. But I had many happy years as a Dead dancer, following the advice to Dance as if no one is watching. So I did, along with several thousand of my best friends or alone in my living room. Dance, I thought, is the physical embodiment of music. Look at us go!
We keep going, Barbara!
my mantra is ‘go.’ so this works for me!
Look at us go, beth!