The other night Hubby and I watched the first-ever Cheers on WGN. Apparently, back in the beginning, Diane was a pretty little grad student who was slightly arrogant but also kind. Didn’t she lose the kindness and gain arrogance later on, before the producers finally decided not to offer her more than $400,000 per episode and let her leave?
The whole time we were watching the show Hubby didn’t mention one time how much he hates Shelley Long’s voice. Much like I despise Andie MacDowell’s voice and have to change the channel when one of her Loreal commercials comes on. It appears that Diane’s minuscule arrogance in the early Cheers episodes makes her voice less annoying to my beloved.
Anyway, I have a very distinct memory being 3 or 4 and standing in the living room of the second house I lived in, wearing my ballerina skirt and pink legwarmers, and twirling around the living room while the Cheers theme song played on the TV.
When G was so little that he was barely walking the two of us would dance around our living room in Tulsa when the theme song to the Office would come on. Our “dance” consisted of us holding hands and stomping in a circle. Appropriate male dancing, to be sure. Anytime I grab his hands now and try to get him to dance with me he screams and recoils. And he’s only 5. How does he already know that boys don’t dance?
This morning G was playing Xbox, a game with fireworks and classical-music-turned-electronica, and Little Missy stood to the side and twirled. Now that girl has some moves. That little girl can shake her booty with perfect rhythm to “Move it, Move it”, just like the hippo on Madagascar 2. Which is super cute now, but won’t be so cute when the boys start noticing.
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Little Missy has inherited the dancing skills from her Nana and her Mom. They are two of the best ever!