There are two types of people in the world.
The people who do the chicken dance at weddings (or the conga line, or the electric slide, or the macarena, or square/country line dancing if it’s that kind of wedding) and the people who don’t.
Maybe the people who don’t, refuse to dance for the good of others, or they think the chicken dance is stupid, or they haven’t had enough to drink.
All of the above generally apply to me, and I don’t typically do the chicken dance at weddings.
But here’s a dirty little secret.
Sometimes, I want to do the chicken dance. I want to run out on the dance floor and cheep, cheep, cheep, flap, flap, flap, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, and clap, clap, clap my ass off.
Because it looks like fun.
In a nutshell, that’s how I ended up entering Le Clown’s Blogroll contest yesterday. It looked like fun and sad clowns freak me out.
I’m also really competitive, so I do want to win one of these coveted spots next to Carrie and LaLa, and probably Emily who is kicking my ass in this competition right now. (I’m still going back to vote for you Em).
You can vote for me by following the link and responding to my entry/comment (Lucky #15) with a LIKE in the hundreds of comments he’s collected. The Price is Right-esq picture shown here will help you find the entries among the comments.
If you don’t know Le Clown/Eric, go get to know him even if you don’t feel like voting.
He’s good people, his corner of WordPress is a fun place to be, and I like a contest where I’m confused about exactly who it is I am shamelessly promoting–Le Clown, Eric, or my own blog.
This is me dancing, Le Clown and company.
Cheep, Cheep, Cheep…