Because Jillian Michaels is evil and she won't let me "phone in" my work-out, I'm phoning in this blog post. I'm sorry guys. Don't take it personally. That and there is some sort of ridiculous rain storm with lightening outside and I had a simultaneous thought of "Hmm I should probably unplug my computer" followed by "And perhaps take my left foot off the metal trashcan, my right foot off the metal doorknob & the possibly soon to be fried laptop off my (slightly) sweaty lap." (I JUST WORKED OUT I SWEAR I'M NOT ICKY.) From what I can recall from Tulane Physics 101 a/k/a Rocks for Jocks (except you know, physics not geology) (and also, I got an A in that class and there were only two A's that semester thankyouverymuch) all of those elements could lead to a very frizzy headed & dead as a doornail Daisy. Or at least I think we learned about electricity in physics. It certainly wasn't biology. I hope.
SO.
I'm taking a poll & leaving you with some Baby Z photos. It is the best I can do.
What song must you hear at a wedding?*
*Any submissions including the chicken dance, the electric slide or Baby Got Back will be ignored & the submittee will be looked on with disdain & pity. And I will tell Baby Z to blow a raspberry on you. He's very good at that. When he's awake.