No, it's not that I don't dance. There was a time when moving my feet was something that happened quite often. It's the club scene music I can't handle. But I digress.
Today, we celebrate Spring, today we celebrate renewal, today we celebrate a birthday. Yep. It's been three months since mine, so that means today the Drum Mama is as old as me. (happy dance) And sorry to burst her bubble, but it is the uglier number, the one her mind blocked out. Suck it up sista. Because while we are old(er), we are definitely better. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Now five+ weeks after foot surgery, she is still not ready for the dance floor. So here are a few songs for mo-ti-va-tion.
And because... well, Jersey.
Happy birthday my rocker ninja sista. A lot of miles in the rear-view mirror, looking forward to many road trips ahead. Love ya.