My Secret Shame

I have been thinking about writing this post for a while, but have held off in fear of being tar and feathered by an angry bridal mob.  As I type, I fear that I may get an email from Pengy any minute demanding that I surrender my Bee privileges.  I can only hope that the hive will accept my shame, and not be too harsh with judgment.

So, with bated breath, I give you my shameful confession:

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I love The Chicken Dance.  I always have.  In fact, Mr. Pudding loves it too.  When we hear the sound of that happy song, we just can't wait to get out onto the dance floor and start "wiggling our butts".

To make things worse, we also like channeling the village people in the YMCA, and getting our conga on to "Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot".  Oh, the shame!

Honestly, I find that these songs, as tacky as they may be, help me loosen up.  They're a great way to get the "non-dancers" in the crowd out on the dance floor, since the steps are simple, and pretty universal.

So, there you have it, hive.  My secret shame.  Will you still have me?