Wednesday Night Fever

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a wobbly girl, haven't learned to talk.
Music loud and my nappy warm.
I've been flopping around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
Too cute to look the other way.
We can try to understand
How to keep my balance man.
Whether you're a brother
Or even if you're my mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the cot it's breakin'
And ev'rybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha,
Stayin' alive.

That's right - I am the long lost and legendary 5th Bee Gee.

Right... so for as long as I can remember (ie. about 10 days back) I've always wanted to dance. And with my birthday coming up this weekend, I thought it was about time I got motivated and taught myself the toddler two-step.

My first attempts at dancing were lacklustre, to say the least:



If I was ever going to improve, there was a basic skill I was going to have to master. Yes, to dance.... to really dance... apparently it helps to be able to stand.

So stand I did!



Not bad huh? It's only a matter of time now until I'm jumping shark tanks with my motorcycle.

Anyhow, just wait until you see some of my whack moves when I throw down at my b-day par-tee!

And in the meantime, here are a few more photos I'm putting up online in a blatant attempt to assault your senses with so much cute-ness you feel obligated to buy me extra stuff for my birthday.

Seriously... people sometimes think we're sisters! And by people, I mean the blind and/or deceased.

This would have been a lot more fun if Dad let me wear my spurs.

I love this Calvin kid and his wicked toys...

So I finally got my very own transmogrifier!!

What can I say? Life is good. ;)

Love ya homies!!

Sass