I have invented a new dance, which I am calling the tippy toe waggle. It was an inadvertent in invention and luckily a private one.
It stated innocuously enough with needing to put the rubbish in the bin. When I am at home I do everything barefoot where possible. So it was no problem for me to walk around the house with both hands full of bags and bins to be emptied into the big bins around the side. This is where the dance started.
I was walking around the corner of the house, both hand full when I realised I was walking on the hems of my jeans, so I started to tip toe to get my jeans off the wet ground. Another 3 steps and I had to add a waggle as the jeans were now down around my hips and sliding further. You know the waggle, sort of like a wide legged belly dancing, but trying to persuade the jeans to go up not down.
So I manged to reach the bins, tippy toe waggling all the way, and just before, I mean moments before I managed to put the bags down, the jeans fell all the way down, dragging my baggy knickers with them. Thankfully its a private alley way, not overlooked by anyone with a nice high fence and gate.
I was so chuffed (elated for none British) that after pulling them up and sorting the rubbish, I went inside and demonstrated the tippy toe waggle dance to my husband, just to show the amazing properties of trouser dropping it has. I forgot about the non-sexy baggy knickers though.
It stated innocuously enough with needing to put the rubbish in the bin. When I am at home I do everything barefoot where possible. So it was no problem for me to walk around the house with both hands full of bags and bins to be emptied into the big bins around the side. This is where the dance started.
I was walking around the corner of the house, both hand full when I realised I was walking on the hems of my jeans, so I started to tip toe to get my jeans off the wet ground. Another 3 steps and I had to add a waggle as the jeans were now down around my hips and sliding further. You know the waggle, sort of like a wide legged belly dancing, but trying to persuade the jeans to go up not down.
So I manged to reach the bins, tippy toe waggling all the way, and just before, I mean moments before I managed to put the bags down, the jeans fell all the way down, dragging my baggy knickers with them. Thankfully its a private alley way, not overlooked by anyone with a nice high fence and gate.
I was so chuffed (elated for none British) that after pulling them up and sorting the rubbish, I went inside and demonstrated the tippy toe waggle dance to my husband, just to show the amazing properties of trouser dropping it has. I forgot about the non-sexy baggy knickers though.
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