So I’m driving home from my Dad’s place tonight, and I see a bulletin posted outside a neighborhood church:
Now I have that damn dance song stuck in my head…
God starts to move it, move it
God starts to move it, move it
God starts to move it, move it
God starts to … move it!
The whole way home. Even now. I hate that church and its catchy slogans.
And I can just picture Him boogeying down, too…