twist & shout!


When I’ve my own house in the not so near future, I would wanna invest in a jukebox where music from the 50s/60s/70s will come belting out when I’m doing household chores or basically just lazing around. I’ll twist and shout, whichever is appropriate. Do a little jig while cooking, wipe the spillovers on the floor because I sway too hard/clumsily. Wrap my arms around mr.husband and dance to a soft rock ballad, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.