Breakdancing butterflies
My husband was quite chipper, trying to compose a Crunchy ‘Nanas theme song. He tried Crunchy ‘Nanas in pajamas are coming down the stairs. I shook my head and reminded him that wasn’t very original. His next try was a chorus of Smelly ‘nanas, smelly ‘nanas—please stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
Me, I can’t get old school Digital Underground out of my head. My name is Crunchy…I like my oatmeal lumpy. Which is an important reason why the ipod comes with me on my runs. (Safely, of course. Only one ear phone in so I can listen to my surroundings with the other ear.) I can’t have this one line looping itself incessantly in my mind while I beat down the trail! It would drive me nuts. Or worse, it could stir me to breakdance. Which, in itself, wouldn’t be a problem. If I could breakdance. But, I can’t. Which is really a shame. The only caterpillars on the path will be those that turn into butterflies and moths.
[Note: After reviewing my 1980s dance moves, I've learned that what I always think of as the Caterpillar is properly known as the Centipede. But, centipedes don't turn into butterflies. I am a biologist. I know these things. And I like the image and alliteration of breakdancing butterflies. So, I am exercising my creative license and leaving it as is!]
Wednesday, 24th January 2007 at 13:32
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