Sliding around the corner of the kitchen, I glanced to the left and the right. Tiptoeing across the carpet, I eyed the hallways and ducked my head into the bedrooms. I peeked into the empty garage and checked to make sure the front door was locked. Satisfied I was alone, I stepped around the Babies frolicking on the carpet and turned on the stereo.
The electronic beats hummed through the air as I wiggled my hips. The Babies stared up at me in horror as a terrifying sound tore from my throat.
"Don't go wasting all your emotion! Lay all your love on me!" I warbled. The Babies fled under the couch in panic. "Don't go sharing your devotion! Lay all your love on me!"
Oh no. She's dancing again.
I slid across the carpet, whisking the remote off the coffee table and holding it to my lips. As I stepped to the side in a jazz step, I stared coyly at the couch pillows.
"It was like shooting a sitting duck," I shrieked in my best diva voice. "A little small talk and baby I was stuck." The Babies barked in protest. I twirled across the living room and kicked up my heels as I howled into the remote. "I still don't know what you've done with me. A grown up woman shouldn't fall so easily."
Really. Stop. This isn't cute at all. I'm cute. You're ridiculous.
The Babies whimpered and crawled further under the sofa as I hit my knees and serenaded a picture frame.
"I feel a kind of fear when I don't have you near," I warbled. "Unsatisfied, I skip my pride, I beg you dear..."
Leaping to my feet, I began to do a mix of the Russian dance from the Nutcracker and the can-can.
"Don't go wasting your emotion," I panted as I kicked my invisible scuba flippers into the air. "Lay all your love on me!"
As I twirled and screeched like a cat with it's tail caught in a chair, I began to imagine myself onstage. The carpet turned into wooden planks and my bare feet twirled in jazz shoes. The Babies blinked up at me from the front row as a captivating audience held it's breath.
"Don't go sharing your devotion!" I sang in a voice that could break a million hearts. "Lay all your love on me!"
Suddenly, the front door sprang open and Ben rushed inside. "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing." I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. "I was dancing."
"Oh good," Ben said, sighing with relief. "I pulled up and heard this horrible noise. It sounded like someone was dying."
I knew there was a reason one should never combine the Mama Mia movie with a few too many Nilla Wafers.
But it's ok.
Bear still loves me. No matter how badly I warble.
7 comments:
Ha! That was hilarious...especially your hubby's comment.
i use to turn on my oldies but goodies and dance with the dog. our teenage son came downstairs staring at me asking "what's that?" he didn't appreciated my choice of music!
Like the magnet says, "Dance like no one can see you AND now....sing like no one can hear you." Our beloved and capivated puppy audiences are the best. After all...where can they go??
this is one of the only plays i've ever seen, which ended up being great... it's funny to think of ol' Pierce taking a stab at singing, yeeesh
Ohh Duckie, I wish I could have been with you warbling away and strutting our stuff together! Ben wouldn't have known what hit him! haha I absolutely loved this movie and I just had to get the soundtrack after I saw it. We listened to it all the way up to Cumbria in the car, and all the way back, not to mention on every outing we went on while we were there. It's since dissappeared . . . hmmm . . . I bet Todd knows where it is, but he ain't telling! Love you to bits!
you know, until i saw all your pictures of your pups, i thought lap dogs were the least cute of all dogs. i've changed my mind. :)
Dani and I both sing along to the Mama Mia music while we drive. Thankfully we don't have any critics around.
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