oh you look so beautiful tonight

hair swept across my face, i man-handle the broom, pretending it's a microphone stand. my left hand moves to the rhythm of the music and i belt out the words of the song, eyes screwed shut, and horribly, horribly HORRIBLY off key, out of tune etc. etc. etc. [i'm honestly your worst nightmare when it comes to singing. no. really. really really].

it's only when i hear a stifled bit of male laughter do i remember that our door is propped open and that you can see directly into my room from the hall.

score one for being suave with the menfolk.