I like to move it, move it

I am tired. I worked and played hard today, so I have earned the right to call myself tired.

I reached my breaking point today, as I was running very late due to things outside my control. I wanted to cry, scream, pitch a fit. Instead, I threw in some loud music in the car, starting laughing and dancing.

Shake it off.

I ended up having a fabulous evening with the Weird Sisters and laughed myself to a sore throat. And now I am going to bed excited about doing it all over again tomorrow...