I am living in the land of Blah today.
I don’t feel good. I am crampy, grumpy, sore and feel like I was run over by a bus carrying dancing chickens. Why the dancing chickens? No real reason behind this other than it would be funny to watch chickens dance.
Can you imagine? You are hit by a bus of dancing chickens all dressed in sequins and tights. Would that not take your mind off of your pain, even if just for a few minutes? I think if I were to ever see that, I would be in a little shock and disbelief at first, but I would end up laughing so hard and clapping at the end because let’s face it, it would take a lot of talent to train a bunch of chickens to dance like a bunch of Disco Divas!