I’m taking this first Chicken Dance day easy. I have already admitted my failure to promote the thing to the extent it needed, and I’m cool with that. It couldn’t be helped, so there is no point of tying myself in knots over it.
I know I’ll be doing the chicken dance today. Either locked behind my bathroom door or on the steps of city hall. It all depends on whether I have to run errands downtown or not. You should too. It’ll put a smile on your pouty face, ya gub.
Happy hump month.
