And I say, it's all right. I want to go dancing like you cannot believe. It's a shame I married a man who doesn't like to dance. And it's doubly sad that I'm too tired to do my middle-of-the-night-dancing-to-weird-songs-on-tv these days.
Since I feel a couple of years younger, several kilos lighter and definitely unpregnant, I'm dancing in my head.
This is why you shouldn't wear swishy skirts to work. Especially not red and white crinkled cotton swishy skirts. We all know what they say about red being the colour of passion. Or wait, wasn't that pink?
Part of the hilarity at office is explained by this. We all tried it out. Some of us are more suspicious than others.