I bet you’re a little scared right now.
During a late dinner out last night, I walked into a restroom to find a girl fist-pumping, rocking out to whatever song was on the radio. She immediately froze when she saw me, started to apologize, and then said, “You know…it’s been a horrible week.”
To which I said, “You know, sometimes you just got to rock it out.”
I’m pretty sure she started dancing again as soon as I went into a stall.
What about you? Do you need to do some rocking out today?
love, elizabeth
