Ba de ya - tell me you remember

Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudly day

Now that you've got your grove on, let this be a warning to you. You know those lhamo bloggers that everybody whines about that can't think of anything to write so they pepper their posts with song lyrics. Well I am one. Well kinda. It's not that I can't think of anything to write but sometimes the music is just so apt that I have to throw it into a post or even as the header to it. If I can hear it in my head while typing, why not pester the masses with it.

So in that vein, I hereby proclaim September to be THE MONTH OF SONG LYRICS.

If you  don't like it, you know where the hide button is. 

Can you point your fingers and do the twist?

For those of you that are parents, somewhere along the line you've probably heard of Raggs. No not The Wiggles, not Wags the Dog but the dodgy brother version, Raggs. For the uninitiated, this is Raggs. 

Raggs is the current bane of my existence and not through any fault of my kids. Now I go to work, not only to make a buck but for some me time (why I chose to do that in a kids clothing store begs to question my mental state though). So imagine my *cough* delight *cough* to find that for the first week of the school holidays not only is there eleventy billion kids everywhere, but there is now a eleventy billion kids crammed into the one spot listening to good ol' Raggs and his buddies right out the front of my store. Like this:

You have no idea how thankful I am for the day off tomorrow. Now if only they where the real deal I'd be happy. At least I could sing along (she types while humming "Well we're gonna go up, then go down. Get back up and turn around. Can you point your fingers and do the twist?")

Sometimes you just wish...

Yes, I had one of those days today.