Aaron came home last night and called out to find out where I was in the house.
"Up here!" I shouted. "In the family room! I'm dancing in my underwear!"
"Ooooh, really?" he cried, bounding up the stairs, only to skid to a disappointed halt in the doorway.
Well. I was dancing in my underwear. Is it my fault Elizabethan unmentionables involve
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