happy with the dancey.

on thursday i was having a lovely dinner, christmas cartoon and kid scream-fest at friend patricia’s house with other friend sarah.  the kids were in sugar-laden form, having a wonderful time.  patricia’s son charlie, trying to wrangle the screaming little margo, asked if he could (and i quote) “get margo happy with the candy upstairs.”  chuckle, from me.

well, in lieu of hard candy, i got myself happy with this fantastically sugary dancey goodness from the british band the Ting Tings.   this would absolutely make a mixtape.  in fact, if anyone wanted a mixtape, i’d eagerly make it for them, this included.  my ipod has more playlists than anything, in direct opposition to the charming boy, who is a “play an album through to the end” approach to music listening.  thankfully, he likes my car-road-trip dj skills, creating my own top 40 instantaneously for the listening audience of one.

i digress.  actually, no.  i bounce.  and you will too, because you should definitely listen to this song now.

The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name

they call me staaaaaaaaaccyyyyyyyyy…