DANCING
Ok, I never really thought I could. Or even did. But then I was browsing radio stations with my mom on the radio. Here's my favorite: 89.1 FM. Station KCEA.

It's like the old-style jazz. Or try thinking Broadway. It might not be Broadway, but that's what popped into my mind. Think 1930s or 1940s. Never knew I liked that type of music. Here's their link: http://www.kcea.org/ Station is located in... whoa! "on the campus of Menlo-Atherton High School in Atherton, Ca. " No, wait that's their studios. The transmitter is in San Carlos, CA.

So, one minute into listening, I start bobbing up and down and shaking my hips. In other words (IOW, as I use in chatspeak), dancing. Yes, bobbing up and down counts as dancing. Really. http://www.answers.com/topic/dance Third definition down.

3. To bob up and down.

Well, now I'm (trying) to type in front of my family's laptop while dancing in my chair. Depends on what you call dancing, though. Right now I'd say I'm doing a mix between boogie and toe-finger-snapping. And "Bob n' Roll". But, I'm not really a dance expert. Get back to you lot when I learn a bit more. Wish I could sing like those instruments. But then, I'm not a saxophone.

Adieu, lecteurs. French. Goodbye, readers. English. Addio, lettori. Italian. I've been reading A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'engle too much.

Rhinocrisy

Nicely refreshing. No, it is not lemonade or Gatorade. NOT EDIBLE.