you know...

...I'm not trying to bitch, but I love how the first thing my mother says to me when I get home from school is a complaint about how I screwed up a household chore. She knew my debate was today, she knew that I had kids over at my house for 12 hours this weekend to study, she knew that I had spent all of my free time Monday and yesterday on the stupid paper for the debate - yet telling me that I didn't load the dishwasher right was more important then asking me how the fricking debate went! HA ! Maybe I am an ego maniac, the above most assuredly would make it seem that way wouldn't it???? Why do I care so much about what she thinks? Why am I so parinoid????

AND IF YOU THINK THAT OUR DANCE WAS ALL IN THE HIPS OH WELL, THEN DO THE TWIST!!!!

Do the freaking twist!