i can feel the beat.
i have the rhythm of the night.
basically, i have moves you've never seen before...
on the dance floor.
or at least i did. until i suddenly turned into a 40 year old white woman with four kids and a minivan.
when did the transition from me wearing tight black pants while booty poppin' to me doing the chicken dance at weddings happen?
it's like i blinked my eyes and i started dancing like my mom. now don't get me wrong, i do love my mom and her sweet moves but i'm not ready to succumb to them for at least two more decades.
i used to have rap-video-girl dance moves (all i wanna do is a zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom) and i now i rock chair dancing with my fists doing weird circle like moves while i'm listening to huey lewis sing it's hip to be square.
it's time for an intervention. before i turn into a crazy mom in the below video working some black jeans and a holiday sweater while doing the soulja boy in her kitchen. gah! (that's not my mom by the way)
alexa needs her groove back and not the apple bottom mom kind of groove.
that's it, who's going dancing with me this weekend?