Me, I am my kids' teacher

I recently read a great article about how we should be groaning and weeping for our culture instead of whining and judging it.

So, that turned my thinking around when I had determined to rant about the honeybee "dancers" we saw at the Hornets game the other night. About how they stole a little bit of the innocence of our sons while they watched them "dance." I could literally see the lust creep its way into their hearts.

I think my husband was protected though, since he said he was much more amused watching my scowl and furrowed brow while the scantilly clad (nearly naked) girls thrusted, humped, rolled ... oh, I mean, danced ... all over the court. You better mop that up.

Posted in: on Friday, March 23, 2007 at at 8:17 AM