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, youd NEVER do it if anyone were looking kind of dancing. (I am sure you can see where this is going.) Apparently, while you cant 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 didnt 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.
that has happened to me many times, though its usually hubby catching me in the kitchen.. 🙂 Have a great day, and thank you for your thoughts
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at least you were only dancing *grin*
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Hehe, I’m that way with singing, unless I’m in a group I will only sing in the shower or the car. RYN, we had a very nice nap when I finally got home :^) Tom-
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I say that it sounds much less embarassing than being caught playing air guitar. =P
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“Work like you don’t need the money; dance like no one is watching; love like you’ve never been hurt.” I read that somewhere, and try do live that way now. I think your experience was charming!
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