You should all know that I bought my white pants and blue tuxedo shirt this weekend. I bought the outfit at J Crew before meeting Murray's siblings. Of course, once again, a new outfit didn't really matter. But at least it kept me from playing duck-duck-goose with the nieces and nephews.
Here is my first movie ever, called White Pants Dance.
18 comments:
Oh. my. goodness. Have I ever mentioned how I love your hair and how hot you are? Because seriously, both of those things are true. And white pants rock my world. I hope they rocked Murray's world, too!
So this is what you do when you stay late at work, huh?
It must realy be true then . . . those cicada ARE on the loose in the west!
seriously, where do you come up with these things? that was so cute! I wouldn't have a clue as how to do it.
Could you please tell me the name of the song you're dancing to? I desperately want the sheet music for it.
(Cute pants, cute dance, cute movie.)
C, I think that Murray likes the white pants, too. If he's lucky, maybe he'll get his own private viewing of the white pants dance.
SB, I'll have you know that I was off the clock for this. I did stay late, but I assure you, I wasn't getting paid for it.
Jill, this cicada's always been loose. You know that.
Abbie, sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day sometimes puts really zany ideas into your head. I highly recommend it.
Brinestone, the music is Jazzy Bach from The Triplets of Belleville soundtrack. Unfortunately, I doubt that there's sheet music for it... isn't the point of jazz to play around? Good luck searching.
i love your blog so much that i hate my blog all the more. sigh.
Weirdest. Video. Ever.
Your hair looks fabulous!
Um yeah, I'm thisclose to inspired to just hack off all of my hair. And also to purchase white pants.
Wow! That's so hot. Did you do that all by yourself? Or, did you ask for help from an amazingly brilliant fellow macaddict that was only too glad to pass along iMovie magic?
Just curious.
Every time I said I wanted to go dancing, you said dancing wasn't your thing. YOU LIED. Maybe you were just trying to protect me from the shame I would feel if I danced next you--the obviously superior dancer.
You're so weird.
Thanks for making me smile. Keep lookin' hot in them hot white pants.
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Weirdo.
It kindof reminded me of Charlie Brown. I'm not quite sure why. I love your outfit and your hair.
Madame, I've been scouring the internet to find who has rocked France with this white pants craze. I should have known it was an American. Thanks to you we can't fill ballet classes, and nurses and doctors can't buy white pants. You are clearly not even doing it - no one can dance that well. I congratulate you on your special effect skills.
Giddy, you flatter me. But I'm a sucker for flattery and you do it well. You're welcome to flatter me any time.
This video was in my dream last night.
That's one minute seventeen seconds of a whole lot of freakiness.
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