Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Oh, I know.  You're thinking "here we go, another catalogue of ill-timed poop and vomit."  But no. 
Today: unexpected euphoria.

I am late at work because we spent too long dancing this morning.
Vigorous flailing, arm-waving, hip circling, ska-jumping.  All of us, including, for a few minutes, be-suited and ready for work Husband (which, given that we were dancing to 1990s Russian techno in our living room without any lights on, gave the whole the feel of a nightclub attended by the Russian mafia and their offspring).

Feels good.

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