So *cough* *cough* working (technically, true. Am organizing binders, etc. Only, should a woman have quite that much fun stapling papers? Should she really squeal with glee when she finds a stack of lined papers?), and listening to some big band music…do you ever listen to lyrics, I mean really listen to them and wonder what the writers were thinking?
For example, I Won’t Dance (Frank Sinatra). First off, super kudos for rhyming “heaven rest us, I’m not asbestos,” but truly, what are you saying? You’re not a toxic material that causes cancer and destroys the lining of the lung?
And what about the Andrews Sister’s Keep Your Skirts Down? What, exactly is meant by “remember, you can wear your beads around your neck,”?