I digress. On my way home from a sushi date last night, I decided the new Ke$ha song is a total jam and, as a result, not only had memories of my last living room dance party with the dog, but also had a stroke of genius that I excitedly brought home to the hubs.
I mentioned to Chris that now that "Ring around the Rosie" is a bonafide hit in our house, T was just about old enough for us to establish family dance parties. How much fun would be to put the music on and boogey around the living room all together?!
I was met with this expression.
Do I sense some excitement behind the "she crazy" look?
So I had to seek out the dog and tell him my plan. He wasn't thrilled either.
I'll work on them. Dance party here we come.