i’m a ballet dancer. light as an egg-white crepe, i flutter thru the air, landing delicately with barely a sound. just like that hippo with the tutu on tv being chased by an alligator, i prance around the living room past the coffee table and on the easy chair, pirouetting gracefully.
just imagining all that activity makes me hungry! and tonight it’s spinache and bacon quiche with shredded swiss cheese. oh boy! i’ll jump around a bit for that!