Tonight we revisited a ritual that we practiced a little while back: Nightly Dance Party. This ritual involves turning off the Newshour and turning on the music. It really is better for the family--better than when hubby and I shush the kids so we can hear about the latest supreme court decision or hear what Shields and Brooks have to say about Obama's trip to Europe.
Yes, we love the Newshour and have great affection for Jim, Gwen, Judy, and the rest of the gang. But it's better for everyone if sometimes we say goodbye to them and say hello to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" or "Papa Was a Rolling Stone." News, schmews. Play that funky music, white boy.