In my head, my life is a musical.
Something a few notches south of Gentleman Prefer Blondes.
Lots of dance.
Lots of heels.
There is a kick ass horn section.
SO much of my life is more interesting if I imagine it choreographed and costumed.
For instance, mopping my offensively annoying dark-stained hardwood floor is much more interesting if I also happen to be in a spotlight singing “La Vie Boheme” from Rent.
Plus, I can stand on one of the tables!
Scrubbing the shower tile feels much less pedestrian if I imagine myself on stage doing the “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago.
Added bonus: I can contemplate murder at the same time! It’s totally built into the song, although no one actually kills a family member for soap scum.
And to avoid boredom when I’m cooking, in my head I’m singing that saucy little title number from Cabaret.
There are simply not enough excuses in this world to wear false eyelashes you could snare a guinea fowl in.
And fishnet stockings, either.
So the next time the drudgery of the mundane is getting you down, put yourself in a beaded strapless and imagine a 12 piece orchestra backing you up. And don’t limit yourself to around-the-house tedium. Nothing spices up a marketing meeting like fan kicks and a Vegas headdress.
Umm…in your head I mean. Don’t do it for reals.
It confuses the salespeople.