Unga Bunga

I'm supposed to be writing some curriculum, but I have sort of a writer's block. Yesterday, as I sat down with the blank page, all I could hear in my head was this. Seriously, I'd morphed into Homer Simpson who sees the little monkey in a fez twirling around in a car every time Marge talks to him.

So I go home, thinking that sleep will help with this block of mine. Alas, I woke up this morning to no such luck. Yes, peanut butter jelly is gone, but it has been replaced by this.

Seriously, this curriculum is due tomorrow. Maybe if I watch a montage of all '80s shows it will get it out of my system. Yeah, yeah, yeah that did it. My mind is clear. My mind is clear. My mind is cl...NOOOOOOOO! Ok, maybe Bill will show me a thing or two to write.

Hey hey hey!!!