This Klutzy Girl
A few days ago, I had a day off from the museum. I have a katatrillion things to do at home, some job applications to finish up, a photo album to finish, and countless other little tedious loose ends to tie up.
Naturally, I decided to watch Smiths music videos instead. My sister had given me a DVD compilation of The Smiths' music videos, and I was looking forward to watching, *squeeeing,* and re-winding, and *squeeeing.* One song in, I had the brilliant idea to dance along with Morrissey. (This would be a horrible but fantastic concept for a straight-to-home-video).
Now, both my legs and hips feel like they've been amputated and re-attached backwards.
Silly mortal, trying to dance like Moz.
Naturally, I decided to watch Smiths music videos instead. My sister had given me a DVD compilation of The Smiths' music videos, and I was looking forward to watching, *squeeeing,* and re-winding, and *squeeeing.* One song in, I had the brilliant idea to dance along with Morrissey. (This would be a horrible but fantastic concept for a straight-to-home-video).
Now, both my legs and hips feel like they've been amputated and re-attached backwards.
Silly mortal, trying to dance like Moz.