"Really? I heard you bumping around upstairs; I thought you were doing them."
"No...I must have just been bumping into things."
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"I can tell."
"Because you're still sleeping."
"The new hip-hop instructor is an awesome dancer! He's so talented. I felt so awkward, compared to him."
"Why is that?"
"Well, his dance style is just so cool. Very funky. Very hip. Hip hop. I felt really white."
"Maybe you should be doing white-people dancing. Like your tap."
"I should start tap again. But black people do tap, really well...in fact long ago, street dancing was basically tap-like!"
"Contra dancing...now that's white."
"True, that is very white."
"I want to be a Spy Kid."
"Okay, you can be one."
"Did you shovel last night?"
"A little, and I swept my porch."
"I had to dig out the end of my driveway. There were huge boulders made of ice there. They were so big and heavy, I had to abandon my shovel and start picking them up with my hands and flinging them to the side. Some were too big to fling, so I had to stagger them over and drop them."
"Awww....from the snowplow?"
"Yeah. Look, see the huge piles on either side of my driveway? I had to lift and move all of that. Also, look at my neighbor's driveways. None of them have piles as big as mine. I had more snow than anybody! What's up with that?"
"They probably put all of their snow in front of your driveway."
"They probably did. Bastards."