I'm Running Away With the Polka Band

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.