I blame my sister Mary for this Friday night affliction. I posted a Schick Bush trimmer commercial on Facebook and some how she discovered this wack-a-doodle or free spirit, if you will. Ever since I've been watching her dance around in various ensembles. Frightening close ups, sweaty clavicle, terrible lip syncing. What's not to love? It's like crack without the residual stench, but rehab may be required. May you all sleep well -- Remember, dance like no one is watching and make certain to hit record on the video camera when you do it.