The crybaby likes sucky music

I need to dance more. I don't go to clubs, so I don't know today's good music. I have to depend on the radio. Fine. But I haven't bought any of it, so I don't dance at home anymore. And you can't get any cardio out of it in the car without putting others at risk.

Enter Pandora.

But let's backtrack. Either my tear ducts are malfunctioning, or I've become the woman who cries at Hallmark commercials. Damn. I so wanted to be the non-cryer except for life-altering situations, a la Julia Roberts in My Best Friend's Wedding. (Don't you DARE judge my film reference. I can make an apt reference using a low-quality chick flick whenever I see fit.) I finally broke down and watched that YouTube video on the pink glove dance, and darned if I didn't shed a few tears. They're having fun while doing good! Doing their part to change the world and save lives! From the doctors to the custodial staff - they're all working toward the same goal! They make me proud of people, as a race. Basically the opposite of People of Walmart.

They picked a great song for the pink glove dance, so I look the dude up on Pandora, and low and behold a dance party has broken out in my little house! Of course, Pandy played Down first, which was perfect. Then it played a Jesse McCartney song that (gulp) I, uh, liked. Between this and Miley's Party in the USA, my musical tastes have gone to the dogs. Not that I'm complaining. My heart could use the pumping. I may have eating half of a Gino's East deep dish for dinner tonight.