Today was the kind of day where I wanted to bang my head repreatedly against the wall, but there didn't seem to be any walls thick enough or hard enough to do the kind of damage that I was hoping would get me some medical leave.
The only thing that can remedy this is Turk dancing to Bell Biv Devoe.
First with the youtube. Then with the frank discussions of early 90's music that you must jazzercise-dance to. I loved a good bouncy early '90's running man. A little roger rabbit. Whatever that thing Turk does with his hands and flappy elbows. I've done it, and I'll do it again.
If I had a dollar for every time I've said 'Bell Biv DeVoe' in the last 2 weeks I think I'd have about 13 bucks.
Seriously though-- who has SEPARATE conversations about this? Over google chat. Over the Cubicle wall. Whatever.
That's some serious cash. For Bell Biv DeVoe I mean. When is the last time YOU said "Bell Biv DeVoe" out loud?Try it.
It's one of those phrases that pleases your mouth to say it. It's like saying "kerfuffle". You just have to grin.
Like me now. Cuz now I'd have $15.