A Public Message from Safety Police

I wore a helmet while climbing the ladder in our living room with a paint can and brush in hand.

The car doesn't go into drive unless EVERYONE has their seatbelt on.

There is no talking or texting on the phone while driving with me. Ever.

I'm pretty much the safety police so when Geoff came home from skiing yesterday I drilled him making sure he didn't have beer before the drive home.

Later that night I headed to my kickboxing class and popped in the CD I would be using to teach. I have a 45 minute drive and look forward the the relaxing drive sans kids but last night was different.

The CD got me going.

I was pumped!

A minute later my head was bobbing.

Which led to some serious seat pop and locking. I was all JabbaWockeez up in that car.

And then noticed I was all up in someone's lane. Oops.

Back in my lane, I felt the music was calling my name, it was asking for some booty shake.

I gave that music some booty shake-look to the right, booty shake- look to the left.

The music blaring louder, "Boom I got your boyfriend, I got your man!" The pop and lockin' the booty shaking the-

Oops, back in someone's lane, small correction back to mine, look in the rear view mirror to make sure there were not any police behind me.

The music blared on. My dance moves were epic. My driving was...

Well, safety police would not have been thrilled. Don't Jabbawockeez and drive.