Billy Jean Is Not Your Mother

So there I was, driving down the highway yesterday, en route to my writers meeting, which always makes me happy. And then a Michael Jackson song came on. I don’t know which one, because I make up all my own lyrics, but it had a lot “hee hee!” in it and a really good dance-able beat, so I was even happier. Yeah, baby! I’m head-bopping along (one of my top three life skills), and I add a few hand gestures (all done with great consideration for safety), and I’m really getting into it. Hee hee! Then I look to my left, where a family is howling with laughter, mocking my moves and waving to me.

What can one do? Wave back, of course. : ) Second time this week I was busted for dancing in public.