ROBIEWANKENOBIE

the weather is just perfect these days for woo-hoo therapy, and kar karaoke [i hate cutsey spelling like "shoppe" but i was typing against my will! there is an invisible cute spelling gun held to my head, i swear!]

the concept of woo-hoo therapy is simple. you stick your head out the car window into the beautiful spring air and shout "woooooooohoooooo!" come on now. try it. it will revolutionize your commute.

the kar karaoke debacle is absolutely ms. aretha franklin's fault. i can't help myself. i am an undiscovered mediocre soul prodigy. chain chain chain? oh, man. i rock that song. the only problem is, that i was unmasked at work last night. i was complaining about the lack of "yo!" going down. it was a shift in serious need of "yo!"...and so someone put on the motown.

and i totally r-e-s-p-e-c-t'd very loudly. and i'm not ashamed to admit it. [you should have seen the hot sweeping action. i was on FIRE!]. now where did i put my "other pink slipper?



can i just say that when we cruised youtube for blues brothers clips...my kids heard everybody loves somebody" which i had on cd. they jumped up and started dancing with great fervor. sitting in my kitchen watching them, i fully embraced the crazy. i love this family.