I am sitting on my closet floor posting. I brought my computer into my closet so I could watch a little Hulu while I clean my closet. I have to play little games with myself to get myself to clean. Uh, I am losing this game. Because I needed to check some e-mail, and some blogs, and...
Now I must post this:
Dance sure has come a long way. But I haven't. Now I have a terrible urge to recreate this. How can you watch this and not want to?
So, we just need a few more people.
And a white, billowy, deep-v, blouse for Karl. I am sure those of you that know him could have already
guessed that he already has half of the moves memorized. He's doing them right now!
Who's in?
A later note: Ok, we just did the whole thing in his office. I think Karl is more cut out to be a dancer. So, the part of the male singer is open, and even more important, the chance to wear that fabulous shirt.
An even later note: Smart SIL pointed out that this is a recreation of Grease. Which, in my eyes, makes this even better. Something that I thought would be impossible.
