Dancing with Myself

I took the girls to school, went to the post office, bank and the gym.

I spent the next hour using the machines and dancing to the beat of my own drum. I had my nano on. I bet I must have looked funny. I don't care. I love to dance. Of course I was alone in the gym. I am brave and don't care to much if other people think I'm a little strange. I am little strange. But happy to be myself. It's a good thing Katie didn't know about my dancing around. She would have DIED of embarrassment. O'well. Ever since I saw the movie "The Truman Show" I tend to look a little closer for hidden cameras. However, I think I'd make a good show. Then again, I think most people would make a good show. People are naturally funny and gross all at the same time.
Somewhere in this country I think there is a rather large building devoted to national security. A place where your tax dollar is being spent on gathering vital information. You know...things like- what you wore last Tuesday and if there is method to your madness. That sort of thing. (IT'S JUST A THEORY...I HAVE NO EVIDENCE WHATSOEVER. DON'T COME AFTER ME BIG BROTHER!!!). Just your average American girl, who loves her country, using her imagination. REALLY. But if you must check me out, go for it. I promise to be quite entertaining. Hehehe. I have a good lawyer.

What a job that would be, huh?! After two weeks, nothing would shock you.

I wonder what the suicide rate for that job is? Not that I really believe there is a job like that...uh, no...I don't think there is.
Honest.