SHAKEITITIS

Madi and I have both caught a terrible debilitating disease. It is called the shakeititis. To look at us you would think we were a normal mother and daughter but 11am in our kitchen is when things go badly awry. Ever since JP (brother, 22, lives in basement) bought me speakers for my iPod my kitchen has become the scene of many Shakeititis attacks.
It begins innocently enough, I am cleaning up after breakfast and I turn on my iPod. Madi wanders in from the living room and then it hits us. She begins to bend her knees and mover her hips side to side. My feet start taping and my fingers start snapping and then a full-blown attack is on us. We gyrate and twirl we tango and waltz. We dance on the floor on the counter of the walls. We are helpless to resist the attack. Madi waves her arms and I have to pick her up spin around the island.
We have favorites of course. Mine is the soundtrack to the two sister act movies and Madi’s is the Glee soundtrack. Many a friend and family member has called in the middle of an attack and asked “what are you doing?” I answer “nothing” because we have been hiding our disease from the world but now finally we are ready to be honest with everyone.
The attacks end with us lying on the floor panting and begging for mercy. We try to slow it down and cheek to cheek we dance our way to the iPod and shut it off.
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