The Bebe has totally commandeered the radio in my car. Every day during my commute, the Bebe MAKES me play “Thriller” and “Billie Jean,”* change the words to “and it’s a BABY! THRILLER BAAAAAABY! Baby! Thriller! Baby! ToNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!,” do a little wiggle and rub my belly.
(Matt wants me to stop playing Michael Jackson and maybe switch to the theme to “Walker, Texas Ranger,” but I figure that the Baby (Thriller! Baby!) obviously has good taste in hooks and should be allowed to indulge it.)
Speaking of commutes, I feel pretty good these days if I have accomplished both of the following by the time I roll into the office:
1. Showered.
2. Dressed myself in something other than a jogging bra and yoga pants.
Hcg for yesterday came back — 38,272. Woot!
Six weeks, six days!!!
* The Bebe turns up its nose at “Beat It.”
October 16, 2008 at 2:38 am
It’s not about the hook – - it’s about the raw powerful masculinity of Chuck Norris’ singing voice. It’s like it punches my earholes every time I hear it.
October 16, 2008 at 2:40 am
Oh lones? Lonies?
The eye of the Ranger is upAWWWWWWWWWWWWWN you………..
(giddyap!)
October 16, 2008 at 11:25 am