I can't that damn song out of my head. My daughter and her friends are doing some kind of dance to it, and play it all the time. And spend hours on the phone discussing the nuances of this song. They are trying to destroy me.
Numa numa aside, I love that they are also taking ballroom dance classes in school. Cheb no longer walks from room to room. She MERINGUES!! And CHA-CHA-CHAS!! It is hilarious. And to think that last year she didn't want to take the ballroom class (it's a gym requirement) because she had to partner with...boys. Oh no. Oh no no no.
It just occurred to me that she no longer minds dancing with boys.
Sigh. Anyway... 2009 is busy busy busy. I work in a 4-person office, and one person gave birth on Saturday- a few weeks early. And we never got around to doing that transfer of duties, despite my saying that she could go into labor at any time. So today was a scramble to figure out who is doing what. We went over the list of tasks, and my boss didn't seem to want to give me any. Then I realized, he must think I'm an idiot. Finally I just said "I'm doing this and this and this," and got up and went back to my desk. And then did it. And then did the task he gave himself because he couldn't figure it out.
So. I'll be busy, is what I'm saying. So I need to leave a fun picture up, since I may or may not find time to post soon. So I give you...Spaghetti Cat.