I have been singing in praise team lately, which has been a lot of fun for me. I'm loving learning the CORRECT harmonies to a lot of my favorite songs, and getting to spend more time hanging out with awesome folks from church. I sang again yesterday, and noticed that I have a tendency to slap my hand against my thigh with the beat, or with what I perceive to be the beat, or just spastically throughout a song. So having noticed this, today I had to try it at home, attempting to flex my leg muscles no more, no less than I would while on stage, to see how much this motion caused my thighs to jiggle.
This has been your neurotic moment of the day. Join us tomorrow for: Summer's coming, and so are sleeveless shirts. Time to never stop flexing those biceps!
P.S.-- Not too much. Pleasantly surprised. Probably only the first couple rows MAX could have noticed the chub-ripples.
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