On occasion I get an email saying how much people love the relationship that my mom, sister and I have. Sometimes people say, “I wish I could hang out with you guys…I bet it would be fun.”
I have been trying to locate CD’s that I have misplaced (kids stole) and I ran across 2 (ones I stole from my sister) the title is my mother’s handwriting that says; ‘Copy of Kathy’s funky CD’.
If my sister made a CD it’s going to be rockin’ so I grabbed it as I headed out of the house. The first song, “Bad Mama Jamma” (of course) and I instantly was in a good mood. After flipping through the tracks I said to myself, “Now where is ‘the floor’? It’s gotta be on here.” and low and behold it was the next song. Insta-grin.
The floor is OUR song. If there is a time we are together and we are groovin’ to music, that song has to be played. In fact, I would go as far to say that at each of our funerals that it will probably be played and the remaining two will be groovin’.
I thought I would share it with you. Pretend you’re hanging out…but get up and dance, because you can’t just listen to it: