This is one of the songs Beth is dancing to these days.
Seriously. I will dance all by myself. Always have, always will.
I’ll dance at the drop of a hat (or a great beat).
Who the hell cares if anyone is watching? Occasionally, my kids will join me. The dog just moves out of the way.
Dancing is good for the soul, the spirit and the body. (And it’s a heck of a lot more fun than the treadmill.)
The song is an oldie. I heard it on the radio and found it on YouTube.
The kid in this video is a great. He cracks me up. Why this song? Why “Live at Station 13 in gorgeous Hamilton, Ontario?” (Sam – do you recognize this guy?)
Just imagine my head on his body, give the chest a little more oomph, decrease the shoe and leg size and you can SEE Beth dancing! Well, okay, our dance moves are not that similar and as a female I add in a little more hip action but our enthusiasm is a match.
If you (dare/bother) listening to it, YOU MUST PUMP IT!
And if you aren’t motivated to get off your chair and dance, at least nod your head and tap your toes! And smile at this kid!
(Re: my post title. I actually do wonder if at times my readers think I’ve “lost it” and find it difficult to come up with an appropriate comment in response to one of my crazy posts. I prefer to think of myself as a multi-faceted person – one who is capable of displaying fascinating (?) contradictions – serious/whacky, quiet/loud, shy/gregarious….)