Yes, the Irish Dance Troupe that toured in the 90s, makes me very emotional. My sister passed down her old videos, and I thought I could get G interested in dance by watching it, nah, not so much. But watching it from the beginning really makes a huge lump in my throat to the point that I really can't talk without crying.
So tonight I started a New Year's Eve tradition of going out to dinner with G. We just went to Wendy's. I hope I remember it next year. Then we came to watch a movie, and this was as fast moving as I could think of to keep her interest, but alas, it was all for naught, as she doesn't want to wear the panty hose at all, no matter what.