Caught in the Act

So, I was at home, alone, because my daughter was away on her last snowboarding trip of the season. The blinds were drawn, and the doors were closed. I was listening to music to match my mood – happy, so much in love because my beloved called – punk versions of Saturday morning cartoon themes and Schoolhouse Rock. And, I just HAD to dance – you know, that totally primal, straight from the soul, the beat has taken control, you’d NEVER do it if anyone were looking kind of dancing. (I am sure you can see where this is going.) Apparently, while you can’t see through my blinds from the street, you can from the porch. A few hours later, I ran into a Japanese friend in the grocery store. She said that she had dropped by, but didn’t want to disturb me while I was dancing.

Me? Dancing? :/

Three, oh three, is a magic number,

A man and a woman had a little baby,

That makes thre-e in the family,

A magic number.