Grease is the word

Maja has fallen in love with Grease, which means that even if I didn't want to watch it at least once a day I still would see it maybe three times every day. Not all of it, and not while concentrating, but still. We're dancing and singing and talking about what the girls and boys are doing. ("Mama, the white girl wants to marry her". "Her" is in this case danny, "her" and "him" aren't quite sorted out yet). And I want to make Rizzo's red dress from the dance contest.

Oh, and Rickard caught himself humming "Beauty School Drop-out" at work today.