I tell myself that I am working Jazz Hands into every day life, seemingly right under the noses of the unaware. The voice in my head (which does not utilize contractions and sounds a lot like Mitch Hedberg as a result) is convinced that it is a subconscious act, due to my total hand jazzing immersion.
We argue about some strange things, Mitch and I...I usually lose. But I'm standing my ground here.
I hand jazzed the wife. I hand jazzed the neighbor as we crossed paths dropping kids off at school. I even hand jazzed a co-worker. Every instance was subtle and none of them saw it, or at least they pretended not to notice.
Day fifty-one's multiple, subtle, unnoticed, completely intentional Jazz Hands complete.
We argue about some strange things, Mitch and I...I usually lose. But I'm standing my ground here.
I hand jazzed the wife. I hand jazzed the neighbor as we crossed paths dropping kids off at school. I even hand jazzed a co-worker. Every instance was subtle and none of them saw it, or at least they pretended not to notice.
Day fifty-one's multiple, subtle, unnoticed, completely intentional Jazz Hands complete.
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