Asia dreamt she was a ballerina … and the attitude spilled over into the morning.
“I had my own studio. Painted white. With musical notes all over the walls!” She was walking down the street and at the ballet theater she saw the notice, “Tonight a fresh star is risen: Asia Szustek”
When she rode the metro and was asked for her ticket, she did not have a ticket. “But I am a ballerina!” she exclaimed to the ticket inspector. He didn’t believe her.
“Make room for me!” she declared in the kitchen this morning. “I am a ballerina!”
Today I’m taking the prima ballerina to the woods for a hike … ha-ha-ha!!!!