Shake Shake Shake!

No, that really didn't happen.

If I had really shaken my tooshie, I wouldn't have been embarrassed. I've lost all sense of shame since having children.

Shake it proudly, friends. Shake it proudly.

The only tie to reality is that I wrote those words on a sticky-note and put it on Jeremy's car a few weeks ago, which resulted in the song repeat-peat-peat-peat-peating in Jeremy's head all day at work.

Nothing like a little Selena Gomez to drive you crazy.

But, I guess, the drawing has some merit, psychologically. I used to curl up and die a little inside while Jeremy and I were dating and we would say "I love you" in front of my family. I don't know why it was so embarrassing....

Jeremy has never been shy about declaring his feelings to me, or to his family, or anybody for that matter. It was a matter of course.

But then, Jeremy has never been shy about anything he is thinking...like the other day when I was sitting on the couch writing down what was supposed to be my cleansing diet.

Jeremy looked at what I was doing and said with playful mockery, "Nice healthy list," and then he threw me a silly smile as I continued to draw pictures of big-eyed marshmallows with tiny mouths.

I giggled at my own silliness, and was tickled that my huzzybund was feeling silly with me...that, and the fact that his smile makes me feel giddy.

I think we get too bogged down with life sometimes, and forget to laugh and do silly things.

We all need to take some time to shake our bottoms.

It burns calories, too.

Especially in light of marshmallows.