Me: I have my MP3 player on my arm, with only one of the earphones in, listening. I am cleaning up the kitchen (which is a disaster).
Husband: Comes down the stairs and is doing his nightly vitamin/supplement thing behind me.
Me: Occasionally, I dance to the song I happen to be listening to. Which just happened to be the Glee version of Bust a Move. (how do you not dance to that?)
Husband: Not seeing I have one earphone in asks me"Um, are you listening to something?" as he watches me dance a little bit more. (the ear he see's is the one without the earphone in it.)
Me: "Uh, yeah."
Husband: "Good. I thought you were going crazy there for a minute."
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