Living Under a Rock

Living Under a Rock

It's a sad, sad day when your own mother is hipper than you. When she knows more about what's current and trending than you do. Makes me want to get a facelift or better yet, some Botox. Not really, but sheesh, it's alarming. Give the old woman an iPhone and she's Queen of Social Media spouting off words like YouTube and Yelp. I'm surprised she doesn't have her own Twitter handle before me.

About a month ago, my sister sent me a video called, "What Does the Fox Say" and ever since then I've wanted to shoot, skin, and wear that fox to a Sunday brunch. Not really as I could never harm a fly, seriously, I apologize to a fly before I smack the crap out of it with a dish towel. Who does that? It's a FLY!

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The fox song is a catchy tune that Auntie played while my daughter was staying at her house one weekend so I never had a chance. It was funny the first hundred times listening to it and watching my girls bounce up and down to the music. The fact that the big one knows the words and sings along makes me laugh, but now it's just gotta go. We've probably added 20,000 views alone.

Well, come to find out that this video is quite popular. Here I was thinking it was a kid thing. Apparently the group Ylvis was on MTV at the VMAs and the song was used on DWTS (not that I watch either of those things). Then my own mother asked me if I'd seen the latest spoof from SNL with Kerry Washington, "What Does My Girl Say." That was the moment I knew my mother was more relevant than me and I just wanted to crawl back under my rock and pretend that the outside world didn't exist, like I do 99% of the time.

I wish I had the brain power and the energy to make my own video called, "What Does the Mummy Say?" so my daughter could sing it in her adorable little voice. She'd say, "Go to, Go to, Go to Sleep" "Eat your, Eat your, Eat your peas" and "Time-out, Time-out, Time-out, NOW!" "What does the Mummy say?" It's an instant classic, a bajillion views...in my head.

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