Meow, I mean.
Because for at least thirty hours this week, I AM a cat!
I'm getting pretty excited. I just wish I could remember all the connecting moves from the dance I learned tonight. I look a little awkward swaying my arms around and hopping around in a slightly discoordinated fashion in practice.
I guess I need to work on my "memory" *snort*snort*
My family was looking through this box of vinyl albums that were going to be made into a craft. Thank goodness we came along, otherwise


and just for Angie,

among others, would be diminished to mere bowls.
Needless to say, after the rescue, an impromptu 80's dance party commenced in our living room.
Honestly, where else in the world could I do that?
I find I ask myself rhetorical questions lately. I kind of sit with my gaze off somewhere I don't remember and start allowing my mind to meander, and then I get frustrated and squint my eyes and shake my head. I'm simultaneously frustrated with the world for being so complicated and enamored by the intricateness of it all.
but dancing to "Beat It" was kind of hard to top ;-)
You gotta be strong, you gotta teach your son
How to stand up straight when you want to run,
How to care and love, how to be yourself,
To be different but the same.
-ben kweller