Stayin' alive in the laundry room

Disco isn't dead. At least, not in my house, where my husband has transformed the laundry room into a miniature suburban discotheque, complete with strobe light, disco ball, and table for four. No more slogging in lines 10 deep for a Singapore Sling. No more waiting for guys sporting multiple neck chains and hairy chests to ask me to dance. ... (Full article: 819 words)

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