HayesGreener
Ronin
I rehearsed my interpretive dance routine in the living room this morning. It begins with staggering around the room dizzy because I stood up too fast, followed by hopping around on one foot with one leg in my pants, all the while trying to avoid tripping over the dogs in the darkened room. There was a stunning display of coordination when I caught the lamp I nearly knocked over with my stylish flailing about, and ended with exhibition of old man fliexibility while struggling to get my socks and shoes on. Breathless, I collapsed back into my recliner and took a nap. Unfortunately there was no music. Fortunately, there was no video.