I sat down to write a prolific post. I had every intention of using very vague metaphors that somehow relate wilted flowers to world hunger. I would use fancy words I found in the dictionary, and none of you would correct my misguided usage of said fancy words because you wouldn’t know their definitions either. I’d planned to give the post an incredibly scopperloit title. See? I don’t even know what scopperloit means.
Innocently, I turned on some music to provide background noise, melodic thumping to the beat of my genius. As the old adage goes, “Don’t stop ’til you get enough”, and pretty soon my tapping toes and hair-flipping ruckus could not be caged. Energy aimed for a brilliant blog entry recalculated, took a left to Funky Town, and weaved willy-nilly across lanes and through red lights until I forgot that my sole purpose in waking this morning was not, in fact, to bring sexy back.
What do I have to show for getting with the jiggy?
Well, not much. Certainly not a prolific blog post with fancy metaphors. Definitely some worried glances from my toddler. Did you know you can actually see a child becoming scarred for life? It looks like a strained poop face mixed with the sad, puppy eyes from those Sarah McLachlan commercials on animal cruelty. Also, telling him to shake what his mama gave him does nothing to heal the trauma.
So while I pump up the volume and consider, just for a second, being a less humiliating mom or finishing a very important post about my wedding dress, I’ll leave you with the soundtrack to my current madness. Enjoy…or don’t. I’ll be busy flashing jazz hands.
The “I Wish I Was Invited To That Party” Song
The “I Is My Brother’s Keeper & My Brother Keeps It Funky” Song
The “I’ll Give You A Laugh But Not A Ring” Song
The “They Probably Made Out After This Jam Session” Song
The “What? I Have A Toddler” Song
Hope this got your funky feet a’ tapping or at least confirmed what you already knew: I have downright awful, straight up scopperloit taste in music. Check in tomorrow for an up-to-date account of my various dance injuries, a post about my a wedding dress, and the big winner of the Pajama Eater Eat Whaaa? contest!
What’s your favorite song of the moment?
What do you do instead of being productive?