I am coming out of the closet as a Dolly Parton fan. Well sort of.

 

I only know a few of her greatest hits and the Nine to Five movie, but I manage to sing along each time anyway. Though not line dance. I have never line danced, even back in college in the early 90s when it was in fashion.

 

Yes it was.

 

At least where I was living it was. 

 

 

So there I am bopping along with The Wictor to Jolene, and crooning “I’m begging of you please don’t take my man” when The Daddy butts in: 

 

“You know, that’s not really your style. You would be more like how much are you offering?”

 

And you know, he is right, I would. But only because I am curious.

 

I promise Jolene, no matter how much you offer, it would never be nearly enough.