This week's confession. While shopping at the T-Mobile store for a phone that would actually transmit calls, I also bought one of those fancy ear piece things so that my hands will be free while I share my thoughts with the people I love. You'd think this purchase would be motivated by my active lifestyle - you know, because I'm an on-the-go girl who needs to multitask. But if you're one of the people who calls me, you know firsthand that I can't multitask under any circumstances, and a speakerphone dangling from my ear is not the missing link that will connect these dots for me. Whatever.
I got the phone because I want to dance like Janet Jackson. And everyone knows that to be truly in control, you need a headset mike. Now granted, she's taken her multitasking skills in some unfortunate directions in recent years (if you've seen her in concert, you know that the little incident with Justin Timberlake was chaste and discreet by Miss Jackson's performance standards). But I still remember the Rhythm Nation days, when Janet was swathed from head-to-toe in military garb and singing about how kids need to learn to read.
So this morning, decked out in my "Life Is Good" pajamas and my new Bluetooth, I serenaded Steve and our baffled dog with a rousing medley of hits from the 1990's. They both just stared at me like, "What is she doing?" But I rocked on:
Ooo, what have you done for me lately?
(dunt dunna dump dump) Ooo ooo ooo yeah...
I'm in CONTROL (tripping over edge of carpet and sliding across the floor where I accidently sprayed pledge last weekend in a fit of last minute dusting before my Mom came to visit). I'm - In- Con-trol.
People of the world unite, doncha know we can get it right (one time - uh)
We are a part of the Rhythm Nation.
Sometimes dreams come true :)