I live with a bunch of goofballs!

Picture if you will, a happy but tired cheer mom driving her favorite group of girls to practice every Tuesday and Thursday. Her car is loaded not only with her children, but with her children's friends, all of whom she loves. Unfortunately for this somewhat bedraggled mother, the group of rowdy girls love to sing, and at high volume to boot. Their short time in the car is spent serenading poor unsuspecting people on the street and bored truck drivers. The favorite song of choice? Tik Tok by Kesha.

Really, I need to start bringing a video camera with me on these trips because yesterday was hilarious. Kendall, my oldest, stuck her head out the window and flailed her arms through the air while singing "Boys wanna touch my junk," to the poor Eskimos walking out of the cold storage facility we passed. I'm quite certain she scared one of the young workers taking a load off on a nearby bench, as well as an elderly man sweeping his storefront.

Her spastic efforts also won us a wave and a quick toot of the horn by a surly looking truck driver.

This morning, my husband asks me to make him a copy of the new Black Eyed Peas song, Imma B. I did so over breakfast and was treated to a solo dance performance complete with hip shaking, thrusting and various off beat clapping. Again, I questioned myself. Why the hell didn't I get any of it on tape???

Happy Friday peeps!