So, I may have mentioned it a few thousand times, but I moved into my new house this week! It’s finally all starting to come together and I have been spending my days unpacking the random boxes left over, organizing, and cleaning. It’s great, I don’t have to wear make-up or pants because I know that no one is home or coming home for a certain number of hours.
I also find that having an entire house to myself when my roommates aren’t home, I turn it into a stage.
I put my music on, naturally it’s the playlist entitled, “Jam the F*ck Out” and I name the f*ck out. As I sweep, I use the broom as a microphone. As I put dishes in the cabinet, I make certain to drop them on beat and do a few spins between each. I stand on the coffee table in the living room and serenade myself in the giant mirror.
I just make a real time of it.
And it’s great.
That is, it was great until I remembered while I was spinning around and shaking my ass, as I do, in the kitchen, I was going to clean the window, I am singing and waxing on/off and banging in time on the window as I clean it.
I then look out and one of my neighbors is standing in his backyard to let his dog out. Laughing and waving at me.
Oh. My. God.
I started cracking up.
I was so embarrassed, but it was so funny. He got a free performance and I to a friendly reminder to put curtains up.