Hot Like Wasabi When I Bust Rhymes

On Saturday, I attended a graduation party for one of the next-door neighbors. His mother is my office roomie (and a great friend), and she somehow talked me into memorizing all the lyrics to "One Week" for this event. And singing it with her in front of people. And then doing the Macarena with her in front of more people.

I do not remember the Macarena being twelve hours long.

So anyway, this is basically your cue to avoid me like the plague for the next six months unless you want to hear me singing about Chickity China, the Chinese chicken. While dancing like it's 1999.