So apparently I'm the epitome of a sad, old, out of touch, white lady. I thought Bruno Mars was a skinny white guy with glasses. He's not. I have NO IDEA who I was picturing as Bruno Mars, but after seeing his picture tonight, I realized just how incorrect I was. The guy I thought he was is kind of a cross between Moby and Michael Buble. Nerdy. Glasses. Non-descript hair cut. Who knows.
Speaking of old ladies... today I got to reprise my high school role of cheerleader. I was elected cheerleader at the wheelchair race at work. I pulled out some good cheers too. Oh yes, I did. No tumbling, though. They were all impressed with my enthusiasm and spirit.
In case you didn't know, I WAS given the "Spirit Award" at my high school graduation. Oh yea, baby. That meant I walked across the stage three times. That was three times too many. My daddy was sitting in the audience taking bets with all the peeps sitting around him on WHEN, not IF, I would fall mid-stride. Don't you love when parents have complete confidence in their children?! As payment for those bets, I broke his finger that night. He was seated on the aisle. As we processed back up the aisle after graduating, he stuck his hand out to shake mine. My adrenaline, from not falling across stage three times, was pumping so good that I squeezed his hand so hard it broke his finger. True story. But he's left handed, and he stuck out his right hand. So no real harm done. Except for the broken bone. Oops.
So yeah. Anyway. This old lady has the most perfect job ever... working with and cheering on other old ladies. Perfect.
