If that farmer man in his white pick up truck understood that my life is a musical, he'd know why I was shimmying and seat salsa dancing like a mad woman to my Pink Martini CD in the car today. If he knew that my day is measured from one song to the next he wouldn't have stared at me and then put his index finger to his temple rotating it ever so slightly indicating that I'm loco!!! If I didn't secretly enjoy making that man uncomfortable I wouldn't have tossed a coy little wave and then a big grin, as I drove off shimmy shaking away :)
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