My children are leaping around the living room in desperate stomping moves, while loud dance music comes out of the TV. Their little butts. I want to chew on them.
If I can keep my focus today, I can get a lot done. Manny's off to his eye doc appt. What was I going to do?
- rake up wood chips in backyard. Yuck!
- start building shed
- shop for sofa
- dig up rosebush
- shop for trees and shrubs
This DDR music is insufferable. Particularly this one video where the woman dances by tossing around her own hair with her hands and jutting her boobs out. Lameass!
I believe they use that same video to sell shampoo. And shoes. And internet service, cresent wrenches, riding lawn mowers, arch supports, and luxury cruises. And And And.
And if I'm not mistaken, I told you not to eat the children. Stop it.
Posted by: Keith | July 01, 2005 at 09:30 AM
My mother totally wants to be a Dance Dance Revolutionary. I want one for my birthday. I'd be in much better shape if I had one of those. I totally counted Sunday as an excercise day when I was rocking out with the children!
Posted by: Ms. Jane | July 01, 2005 at 09:46 AM