Ah, you think I’m talking about dancing for joy over the soapstone counters and the working dishwasher and flippin AWESOME sink. Well, yes, certainly we are still dancing for joy in fits and spurts over that.
But really, I’m talking about the hilarious pseudo dance that results when you think you are reaching for something in the kitchen in its old landing place but you then turn on your heel in a Chubby Checker way and reach back in the opposite direction for where it is now.
Reach. Twist. Spin. (woot! woot!)