Shake what your momma gave ya.

So I have a secret poster. I'm really excited. *waves* I really hope you decide to reveal yourself. But if you're too shy that's totally okay. I'll understand. Feel free to bug me all you want. Don't let my insanity chase you away.

Have you ever felt like dancing? I mean really moving and shaking what your momma gave you but there's no music to be heard for miles? Ever busted into a tune that you haven't heard in months for no reason? It just pops into your mind and you just have to let the words escape. I'm just hoping I'm not the only crazy one. I guess maybe it's my subconscious telling me to let loose and have fun. Well that's how I'm interpreting it. Or maybe I'm remembering something, but can't quite relive the whole memory--I'm just remembering the song that was being played that at the time you had to clue was even playing.

But of course this has happened to me. And of course I have the most embarrassing timing. And really, should you keep those pent up dance moves to yourself? I think not. I can't remember the exact day, but it's been awhile. I was reminded of my little stunt this morning. I just love how random things and memories just pop into your head that make you giggle, but when you try to explain your fit of giggles to someone, they just don't get it. Then you look like the big loser you really are.

So I was in the need of gas. I stopped at the gas station and it was quite late, who knew that an old couple came out that late at night. I thought they were at home and in bed by 7? Not this couple. If you've ever watched Murphy Brown as religiously as I have, they looked like the Bickners. Well I had been listening to something, I can't even remember. But whatever it must have left one hell of an impression. I just kept dancing the whole time I was pumping gas. And before I knew it, this old couple who I have named the Bickners were staring at me in their nice white Cadillac. (I will admit I was jealous of the caddy.) If they could have seen my tag numbers they would have so called and reported me for my insanity. And lets face it, I would have been committed to some mental institution. Cause let's face it, I'm insane. Needless to say, the Bickners were so jealous of my groove. Green just wasn't their color.