I'll 'fess up. I sometimes break into fits of spontaneous dancing. The music moves me and I surrender.
It happened this morning at the grocery store.
Ever since I broke my foot a few years ago and couldn't drive for about 6 weeks, the DH and I have been in the habit of making our large weekly grocery run together. We were headed down the cereal aisle and he was driving the cart. (What can I say? The man has control issues!) I was ahead of him, zeroing in on the Cheerios when a really fun number started over the Muzak.
And thinking the DH had worked hard all week and deserved a cheap thrill, I started to dance.
Well, maybe not dance. It was more rhythmic strutting with attitude. When I decided to get fancy and throw in a little spin, I discovered to my chagrin that the man pushing the cart directly behind me was NOT my DH.
It was a little old fellow with a mile-wide grin on his face.
The DH had been distracted by Twinkies a few cart-lengths back.
But, I had made someone's day anyway. And my DH had a good chuckle, too.
So I will continue to engage in spontaneous dancing whenever the spirit moves me. No matter who's watching.
What silly thing have you been caught in lately?