Yesterday I was cleaning the house, because you may be shocked to learn some animal fur builds up here rather rapidly. My iTunes was on in the computer room, and I came in here, in my delightful outfit of pajamas, sweatshirt and hair, to dance.
Some poor man was looking at the dead lady's house across the street and saw the whole thing. My whole dance of love. My smooth moves.
I even went outside, after he left, to reassure myself that it was too sunny and glarey and there was no way he could really see me. I saw my computer room clear as could be.
So because he already saw me in all my glory, I decided to reenact it for you minutes later. Congratulations.
