Last month, Gary must have heard Baby Got Back for the first time. I don’t know how he missed it six years ago. There was even a piece on NPR.
Do you remember how we used to watch at least part of The Music Man every single damned day? Now every day ends with Gary saying, “Alexa, play Baby Got Back.”
Sadly, I don’t got back, at least not as Sir-Mix-a-Lot describes it. He likes ’em round, and big. Mine is flat and big. And droopy. And drapey. It would take up his Mercedes.
Anyway, Gary plays this song every day now before bed, and we must dance, and I must try to twerk. I do sort of a stationary Curly shuffle and it looks a little like a twerk. Things shake, anyway.