Last Saturday night I got to go to my second Daddy-Daughter Dance sponsored by our school district. We had fun dressing up and going out to dinner. She wanted Whataburger. I tried to get her to go somewhere fancier, but she wanted Whataburger. We danced for an hour (she often abandoned me to dance with her group of friends in the middle of the dance floor but that was okay since I guess I need to get back in shape and was tired) and we were both worn out. So we left and went to Dairy Queen and had ice cream. A very nice night.
