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Sweet mother of Barry Gibb!

The tight pants, falsetto, and floating heads – what more could you ask for from an earworm?!This gosh-blasted song has been stuck in my head for days now. And no amount of Joy Division or lullabies have been able to temper my tapping toes. I defy you to get to sleep when this song is playing in your head. [youtube=]And where should we direct our righteous blame for this unbearable condition? At my niece Tonya Bean. She posted this video on Facebook (I’ll save that subject for another time) and I, trying to not be such an old fuddy-duddy and completely clueless to what kids are listening to these days, clicked play. So, after you’ve listened to the song – and you should listen to it. It’s not bad per se; just stuck in heavy rotation- we’ll form a caravan, drive out to Michigan and beat Tonya about the head and shoulders with her disco ball.

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Talk about peer pressure…

When I started this here little blog, my tag line was “all my friends are doing it” – which still makes me snicker (it seems that Kyle is not the only 11 year old boy in this house!) But hey, I was right. Everyone who is anyone has a blog these days. Including George Orwell! Who’s not letting a little thing like death stop him!And I know this has been reported all over the internet, but I found it on PRI’s the World while looking for Bosnian folk music. And you found it here, while looking for… what? Reports of my still tight hamstrings? No? Maybe it’s a picture of the baby that you are after.Well, you’ll have to wait. Blogger is not cooperating. I’ll try again later after a round of deep cleansing breathes.Ok then – yoga does fix everything! That and a new flash.

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