Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch

Little b is sleeping and I am listening to a motown playlist that I made for him and it's great great great. When I say I made, I vaguely recall pinching the songs from a playlist somewhere, but it is so vague a recollection that I think I can call it my own. These are the songs that I have been dancing around the room to:

• Ain't no mountain high enough
• Do you love me (...now that I can daaaaaaance...)
  
• Heaven must have sent you
• Please Mr Postman
• I can't help myself (sugar pie, honey bunch)

I also had my assistant, youtube, show me how to do the mashed potato, so I have also been potatoing around the room. There a little mashed potato going on here too:




I am going to finish attaching my door/desk to the wall and then my computer will be off the floor. Finally. Not-my-husband-Matt helped me put two brackets on the wall the other day and now I am going to put a middle one up to stop it sagging in the middle. That is what Matt told me to do, so I had better lest I have a saggy desk. Why can't these sort of project things ever be easy. Like those makeover shows where something or someone is just out of control and then the makeover super heroes come in and presto changeo everything is done. Maybe that is why we have coffee.