Return of Joyzilla

This morning, while my children were eating their breakfast at the dining room table and my husband was shaving, I was getting dressed.

Because I am a complete and total dork, I danced naked into the bathroom singing a song entitled, "I'm doing a naked dance" with every intention of amusing my husband.

K, focused on the razor gliding over his face, paid absolutely no attention to me.

So I stepped it up.

I sang another one of my top 40 hits, this one entitled, "I'm shakin' my booty at you" while wagging my rear as if the prehensile tail was still there.

Though he may have smiled benevolently at me, K continued to shave.

Still motivated to have my naked Hannah Montana moment, I brought out the big guns and sang a number entitled, "I'm boppin' you with my booty."

This number got a reaction, though not the one I was anticipating.

Suddenly I heard a small voice say,

"What's going on in here?"

I turned to see my two small children standing in the bathroom doorway gazing in horror at Joyzilla, the terrifying naked woman.

Busted.