I was very industrious this morning and did the dishes AND got half of the bathroom cleaned. So, now my hands smell like bleach. I'm going to be obsessively washing my hands today and this will prove to my co-workers that I'm even more weird than they originally thought.
So, can't believe MJ died yesterday. I mean, people die everyday but for some reason when famous people die just randomly, it's so weird! Like Heath Ledger. That was random and even though I had never met MJ or Heath, I do appreciate their work. I didn't become an MJ fan until I started dancing (I used to be a pretty darn good west coast swing dancer, but then I got married) and nothing would get my feet moving and my blood pumpin' more than some good ol' MJ. I love me some Thriller, Billie Jean and The Way You Make Me Feel (at least I think that's the name of the song). In tribute I'm going to plug in my iPod, and do a mini west coast swing dance with myself. The man definitely knew how to dance and make music. I also hope that after the tortured and crazy life he led on this earth, he has found a little peace at last.