I do know that she more than makes up for all of it with oodles of panache (and the jazz hands don't hurt, either).That is all I have today. A visible pantyliner and a husband who right this very minute is complaining on the couch that his back hurts, he didn't sleep, he feels funny and why didn't I get any 2% milk? Sometimes that is all anyone ever has, really. Jazz hands.
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Thank you for eliciting my first guffaw of the day!
oh goodness. I'm sure that was me at some point although my hair was never quite that bad. And boys are big babies.
The "panty liner" is the protective crotch thing in the tights.
Would this be a bad time to admit that, as a dance student in the 80s, I really wanted some of those shiny Barbie-leg tights?
xo
Awesome jazz hands founds here. Wait for the 2:13 mark. Ok, it's no panty liner, but still, pretty amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPdHBSFYkbg&feature=PlayList&p=5674DEA4591F36D4&index=0&playnext=1
Definitely the pantyliner. And I totally had those tights, but mine were footless.
bryan should dress his hurt neck in panty liners. is good idea, yes?
I love the jazz hands. When in doubt... jazz hands. Even my nephew knows this.
That's what I've left out from my routine - my jazz hands. Thank you for the reminder. I've had them all along.
:)
- Alixe
I never thought I'd have to look at another panty liner again, post-middle school, and yet, here I am, staring at that plastic-y patch of white. It's hard being a girl, isn't it?!
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