I Was Busy Dancing Like a #%&!$ The Whole TIme

I shamelessly parented during halftime of the Super Bowl. Zed and I zipped away for the fastest bath in the history of baths, then came back in time to catch Madonna's halftime show. I wanted to watch it but was coerced into dancing for much of it. Everyone's talking about it...trashing it...propping it up...and I am mostly void of opinion since I spent most of it dancing like a twelve year old girl.

I will admit, it wasn't Clint Eastwood's awesome halftime commercial, but you could dance to it.