A few weeks ago, I heard a polka band that had me cracking up. How can anyone be angry when polka music is playing? It makes a person giddy and nearly insane. It's just so fast! I didn't include the picture of the band, but I found it today, so I thought I'd share. The guy in the middle isn't wearing a bag on his head, but it sure does look like it.
For 30 minutes, I tapped my foot and was highly entertained by this music. I guess I had never sat down and actually listened to polka before. Hysterical. And slightly maniacal.
Anypolka, the reason I feel ready to run off with this band is due to my new shirt. I saw this from across the store and immediately knew this was the shirt for me. I didn't realize, until today, just how ruffly it is. Like it's 1970 and I should be running off to play some polka.
And the funny thing is that out of the bottom of my eyes (can you even say that?) I keep catching a glimpse of the ruffles because they stand out. I do not have the giant bazoongas that this picture would lead you to believe I have. It's some kind of optical illusion. That's why the ruffles keep getting my attention. I never distract myself with my extensive bosom, but today, I keep seeing this SHELF in front of me and it confuses me.
I feel like I should be wearing a sign that says "objects appear much smaller in real life"
But I do love the pink. The top picture is a better representation of the true pink, not this goldeny pink you see here. And I like the polka dots. There's something kind of flashy about it. A flashy I can get away with.
But not a flashy that will be tacky enough to get me into the polka band. I guess I'll just have to stick with teaching for now.
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