In celebration of Mikey J's not guiltiness, Kenya and I sang multitudinous happenin' songs suitable for moon walking at the circulation desk. By God, if we can't read at the desk they'll be sorry.
We were both a bit giddy and weird tonight. We did the following:
I told a few choice people that she's a porn star and we're a full service library.
We decided if we had a child it would be trisket-colored. I'm white, she's Mexican, and the child would be a handsome, baked tan.
We tried to lock Steve-the-scraggly into the library instead of out for a change.
Kenya tried to talk a five-year-old boy into being her boyfriend. When he told her she was too old she said, "But we could still love each other."
We sang some more. Even looked up the lyrics to Thriller so we could stop making those word-like noises we all know and love.