Rebi: Mom, I'm writing a story and one line says, "Her cell phone rang, a jangling 80's tune by an artist known as the King of Pop." Do you know who that is?
Mom: (absentmindedly working on a contract and not really listening) Uhm. No. Not really.
Rebi: You don't know who the King of Pop is? How can you not know Michael Jackson?
Mom: Well Reb, I was never a huge Michael Jackson fan.
Ellie: Yeah huh Mom, I read it in your journal that you LOVED Michael Jackson.
Which cracks me up because I honestly don't remember loving him. And, for the record, I was 9. It wasn't a recent journal or anything.
So, in looking for a fun Michael Jackson clip to post with this, I found this little gem on YouTube.
What a great way to spend all of that extra "free" time, right? Frankly, I'm way more frightened of the "girl" in the video than I am of the zombies.