Bad Week/Good Dancing

It hasn't been the greatest week.  And yeah, it's only Wednesday.  Yesterday, my bad luck prompted this Facebook status update:

My husband, Tim, pointed out that I sounded like that guy from Airplane.  Remember? "I picked a bad week to give up drinking...I picked a bad week to give up amphetamines...I picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue..."

Yeah, just like that guy from Airplane, here's the clip:

Well, that made me laugh.  The comments from friends on Facebook made me laugh too.  And all the laughing made me forget how cold I was (well sort of).

I wore this cozy hat all day, but lost the dopey grin right after this weird picture was taken.

And then, instead of sulking and feeling all mad at the world at the unfairness of it all, we danced.  We danced to stay warm.  We danced to have fun.  We danced to say screw you to the world and the unfairness of it all (okay maybe that was just me).

Here it is, our Kitchen Dance #547- The Broken Furnace Edition.

Furnace update: It has been fixed (we hope) and we are all safe, warm and happy.