When Chad is at work and I'm home alone I dance. I dance like crazy. And sing. I dance and sing all around our tiny house. I crank the music so all of Center St. can hear. Then I keep dancing and singing until my throat is sore. When I look at the clock and see that Chad will be home in 5 minutes. Then I stop. He can't see me singing and dancing like a maniac.
Here's what I've been dancing too lately.
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