The Patreesha Jig!

Well, so, I was telling my sister about how I've been wearing heels nearly-daily to the office, just to look a bit more presentable. If you know me, you know I'm no Aunty Fashion. So this is quite an accomplishment and actually takes a bit of thought and effort on my part. Aren't you impressed with how flexible and willing I am? I know.

Now, they're not super hiiigh heels (well, some of them are and put me well above my brethren in height, aherm), so survivable and I'm just sitting all day, so no problem with strain on the legs and feet. I do feel rather awkward making that click-click sound when going anywhere. It's SO not me. Hrm... But Danny says it's okay and not a bother, as it reminds people that there are females in the mostly-male office environment. Haha. Hrm...

Anyway, just to be naughty, when signing off, Patricia said "have fun in your heels". Yeah, just rub it in, will you. So I told her I would and that I'd even do a jig in them, occasionally. So she told me to film it, as she needs a good laugh. Sheesh, what do people think I am -- entertainment or something? Grrr... :D

So I did! She also said she's silly, too, just not as willing to make fun of herself. That was a very deep thought. It made me think. It made me think that (some types of) entertainers probably have to be willing to make fun of themselves, in order to entertain others. Well, I'd rather make fun of myself than somebody else. But I'm no entertainer.

Anyway, Patreesha, this is for you!



Haha.

Ha.

Ack.

(That's an undershirt, by the way!!)

--And to end on a more pleasant note, here's lovely little Oliver singing a pleasant little song, just for meeee:




"Can we look?!" ("Just get it over with, will you? All I want to do is watch myself!")

I hear she's already a fan of "babysitting via the Internet", so I'm afraid there will be more of those, after future sleepless nights.

Haha.

Again.

Er...