But I've changed my mind. All I really want is some coordination.
So, the other day, I was home alone, had the music blaring while I did some much needed housework. As I was carrying a huge load of laundry down the stairs, Time Warp came on and I automatically went into dance mode. I managed the jump to the left and the step to the right just fine, but when I went to pelvic thrust, I thrust myself face first down the steps. Good thing I had such a large load of laundry in my arms. It padded my fall.
And if having to explain that I'm scraped & bruised because I pelvic thrust myself down the stairs wasn't bad enough, the next day I yanked my thumb nail off with a cheese grader. A cheese grader! Good Lord!
Please Santa, please. All I ask is for an ounce of coordination.