Is there anything more entertaining than dancing around your bedroom? Certainly there are few things more ridiculous, considering how little dance training I have. In my case, dancing around my bedroom consists of much arm-waving, feet-twisting, and booty-shaking. I get into dancing togs---down to my decade-old jazz shoes---so I feel a little more legitimate, but I find myself hoping that no one can see my shadow against the blinds. Still, it's a helluva lot of fun. Even if I am panting after 30 seconds...even if my back is killing me now...even if I do avoid the mirrors whilst cutting a rug.

::chaînés in jazz shoes:: I'm a dancin' fool. ::salsa shuffles:: Emphasis on fool, of course. ::does White Man's Overbite à la Billy Crystal:: Oh, yeah.

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