Day Two- My Least Favorite Song- The Chicken Dance

Giving thought to today, there were several contenders for the prize of Least Favorite Song.  All of them shared the same characteristic of being inexplicably inescapable during their hey days.  For what ever reason these goofy things were everywhere.  Some of them are still around.  For example....Who Let the Dogs Out?  Sebastian can answer that one, I do.  How about the Macarena?  No thanks, I prefer mine with cheese and preferably made by Kraft.  The Thong Song...Not even on a BET!  Then there was Don't Worry Be Happy.  While I appreciate the sentiment, after about 10,000 times it made me wish I had a gun.  The top of this heap for me, I have to say, is The Chicken Dance!  Be it a wedding or party or the toy aisle at the drug store, you can hear this polka playing.  And the wacky dance that goes along with it, I will just have to let that be.

I will admit, there is one special occasion that cemented this song as my least favorite, but first a bit of a confession and short back story.  I am NOT a morning person.  In fact, I can be downright EVIL when I first wake up.  Yes, I know it's a flaw.  I need a good 30 minutes of quiet with just me and a soda to get my brain working.  Even Sebastian knows this, he is very patient with me when I first get up and he is waiting to go outside.  Jim however, took a bit of time to learn.  He likes to tell the story of one morning while we were living in Vegas.  I had just gotten up on this Saturday morning where I had to work and he did not.  I was sitting on the couch like a zombie, staring at the wall, and trying to coax my brain into activating, when he decided to get up and start chattering with me about God knows what, I honestly to this day couldn't tell you.  He was happy as a clam and the poor guy, did not even see it coming.  I looked at him, with what I ,am sure were death rays shooting from my eyeballs, and asked him what time it was?  He still missed his obvious warning and said "It's 7:15", to which I responded "THEN WHY ARE YOU (expletive omitted here) TALKING TO ME!!!!!!!!!".  Needless to say, he fled, and I definitely owed him an apology later in the day.  The only positive thing, is now he knows better. 

Well, anyway, tying this in to The Chicken Dance.  At one of Megan's early birthday parties, she was maybe 8 or 9, 10 at the most, she had here traditional slumber party with 10 giggly, happy, bouncy, screaming little girls over for the night.  These were always so much fun and with the help of some advil and tag teaming by Susie, me and my mom, generally painfree affairs.  At one of these parties, I had been working second shift and arrived with the party in full swing.  They did the limbo, the pinata, then the required trading of prizes afterwards and finally wound down and were ready for bed.  Me too.  I took the couch that evening and was very happily sleeping away the next morning, when I was abruptly wakened by the sound of ....you guessed it.....THE CHICKEN DANCE blaring near my head.  I cracked my eyes open to find these 10 precious little souls, dancing literally on my head, just laughing and giggling and thinking this was the funniest thing in the whole wide world.  My brain literally came unattached from my skull and began rattling around my head.  I thought I was going to die.  It's lucky that I didn't take a few of them with me.  Needless to say, No More Chicken Dance EVER!!!!!!!!!