You'll Drive Me To Dancing

I ran into a girlfriend the other day and she said, "Oh, I saw you driving down the road the other day."  Scary.  Who knows what I was doing when she saw me?!  Usually when I'm en route in my Envoy, I'm singing with the girls.  Not a big deal, except we're usually singing "The Wheels on the Bus" or "If You're Happy and You Know It" complete with exaggerated hand motions.  God forbid she caught me doing my pig nose during "Old MacDonald." (I'm frighteningly good at driving with my knees, but trust me when I say I never rarely text while I'm driving!) 

If I'm not rocking out with the girls I'm rocking out... um... by myself.  I raise the roof, I squirt the sprinkler, there may be a chest pump here or there- I don't know, I can't be held responsible for my actions when the music moves me, ok?  On several occasions Molly has requested I stop singing (but why?!) and I know it's just a matter of time before she puts a stop to my sweet moves.  So I'm simply getting it all out of my system now.
I love this commercial, and fully respect this girl's need to shake what her (cynical!) Mama gave her.