It's Monday.

   I have a mountain of laundry waiting for me in the laundry room, which coincidentally could use a good scrubbing itself.  But if you would've peeked into our kitchen windows early this morning, you would have found us dancing.  Jocelyn with her breakfast crumbs, me in my p.j.s, and Charlotte looking on from her bouncy seat wondering what in the world was going on. 

   We just cranked one of my favorite tunes from the golden ages, and got downright silly.  It was delightful.  And I think I may have established a new tradition for the Smucker family....Monday Mambo.