Eleven year old Jess needs to finish her science project? I was too busy choreographing some busted dance moves to a Spice Girls song. (What up, Posh!)
Twenty-six year old Jess needs to email her mother the photos she promised? Dancing to some Britney while vacuuming the house sort of took precedence. (I'm getting right to that Mom!)
Shamefully bad pop music is also a common theme in my life.
Day 24: A Smile