Pillow Talk

** Precursor: The Husband is not a dancer. He. Does. Not. Dance.** 

So on the evening of my birthday (July 15) I asked him to dance for me before bed. This conversation was on the following night...

Me: I know what song you should have danced to last night!

    (I begin to sing) ...I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts... I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the cat walk, ya I shake my little tush on the catwalk... I'm too sexy for for Milan, too sexy for Mylan, New York and Japan...Do you even know that song?!

The Husband: Yes, but not word for word like you obviously do.

Me: ...
           ...I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, the way I'm disco daaaaaancing...