Dancing with myself

Randomly, about 30-odd thesaur...crap, what is the plural for this word?...thesauruses/thesauri showed up in my classroom overnight. Apparently I was visited by the boring yet extremely useful book fairy. Thank you, book fairy.

Anyway, I was attempting to make the mundane task of putting the books on my increasingly full bookshelves more fun by listening to happy music on my iPod. Literally, this is what the playlist is called, "Happy Music." Anyway, "Idiot Boyfriend" by Jimmy Fallon came on and before I knew it, I was shaking my groove thing like nobody's business, a thesaurus in each hand. I blame it on lack of sleep (darn us for buying Lost on DVD...so addictive!) and too many cups of coffee too early. But hey, no one could see me! Whoo-hoo!

Of course this would have to be at about the exact moment when one of my 8th grade English students dropped by to give me a paper before scampering off on a field trip. Nice. Let us never speak of this again, my dear boy, and perhaps I won't mark this paper late after all...

In the words of Ross Geller, "I, too, am a neat guy."