Got home from work last night. empty house. took off my work badge. put on this song.
had a one-girl dance party.
After my private dance sesh, I called Jacob and our conversation went something like this:
J: I'll be home in a few minutes. Whatcha doing?
H: nothin... just got home [panting and sounding extremely out-of-breath from dancing so hard]
J: did you have to run home? you sound like you're out of breath!
H: well. . . i was just doing some. . . physical activity.
J: Huh? What do you mean, physical activity?
H: Nothing! Don't worry about it!
J: Come on.
H: I was just. . . dancing.
J: [lots of laughter] Why wouldn't you tell me? You don't have to be ashamed of that!
H: yes I do!
H: cuz you'll laugh at me!
When I was single, I could get away with this kind of "physical activity" completely undetected, all the time. But I guess when you're married you can't keep much secret--not even your secret one-girl dance parties.
At least, when he got home he gave me a good audience.