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July 4, 2006
>Every couple has a special song, one that defines their relationship and, when played, generally leads to googly eyes, hand holding and hot sex.
The lyrics are what make these songs meaningful.
When a man loves a woman, spend his last dime trying to hold on to what he needs…
So here I am with open arms, hoping you’ll see what your love means to me, open arms…
It’s gettin’ hot in here so take off all your clothes. I am gettin so hot I’m gonna take my clothes off…
Oops, sorry. That last one is already taken. By me.
Yes, Hot in Herre is most definitely Our Song. Let me explain.
A few years ago, before the baby was born and on a Saturday night when the girls were with their mom, Hubs and I decided to go to a cheesy nightclub and dance the night away. We arrived at about 11 and spent the first half-hour watching all the early-20-somethings on the dance floor make asses of themselves get their groove on.
After we’d had too many a few drinks, we decided we were ready to take the floor ourselves. I insisted we climb up on a small stage so that everyone could see what fools great dancers we were.
At that moment, what would become Our Song started playing. I’ll never forget the sentimental lyrics that perfectly described our relationship.
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
with a little bit of ah, ah.
Give a little bit of ah, ah
and a sprinkling of ah, ah.
It really was getting hot in there. Sweat trickled down Hubs’s face as he worked the stage, perfecting a move that could only be called Drunkenly Spankin Da Baby During an Earthquake. The crowd below seemed to be taking notice. I figured it was only a matter of time before they’d be copying the move, much like the famous scene from Teen Wolf. Filled with pride, I looked into Hubs’s bloodshot eyes and remembered why I married him.
We danced that way until two a.m. before exhaustedly stepping down from the stage. On our way toward the exit, a young guy stopped Hubs, concern in his eyes.
“Dude, what are you doing here?” he asked worriedly. “This place is like, for losers.”
Hubs shrugged and gave him a wicked smile before we headed out the door. Unbelievably, the guy hadn’t figured out that we were the losers, and we certainly weren’t going to clue him in.
Two years and one baby later, going dancing until 2 am is an almost-impossible feat. But I can still sing, “It’s gettin hot in here!” and make Hubs laugh. If I’m lucky, he’ll even reenact Drunkenly Spanking da Baby During an Earthquake. It is, after all, Our Song. And um, Our Dance Move.
So on that note, Happy Anniversary, Hubs.
And Happy Fourth of July to my fellow ‘Merickens out there.
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>Aw, Nelly IS romantic! 🙂 I love those funny stories that might make others roll their eyes, but they mean something to you. Happy Anniversary.
>Hold on, I have to wipe the tears off of my face. O.K., that’s better.Happy Anniversary to you both and thank you for sharing that wonderfully funny bit of dancing magic.
>awwww, happy anniversary and 4th of july!!!i’m now going to think of you and hubs everytime i hear that song, so i guess now it’s all of our songs with you.
>Happy Anniversary…quite the picture painted…that one may be with me for a while 🙂
>Happy AV.Hooray America!
>I have so much respect for you. Amazing.Even though my husband and I don’t have a specific “song” I did have one with my ex…Rump Shaker.All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom zoom in da boom boom.
>lol! hey, in my opinion Nelly beats out Michael Bolton on ANY day!
>That is adorable! Happy Anniversary!
>And they say the old-fashioned romance is dead…
>So nice! Emotional and sincere.
>Happy 4th!and Happy anniversary!:D
>THIS is absolutely BEYOND perfect!Somewhere down the line the husband and I have adopted Queen and David Bowie’s Under Pressure as ‘our’ song. Perhaps I will think-HARD and see if I can remember why!**thank you for passing by my place the other day: singing 80’s songs in the shower.Your visits make me glad I wirte-at all!
>So much of that story reminds me of my own husband!! I’ll spare him and myself of any of those embarrassing stories…for the time being at least!!
>Happy Anniversary!
>Oh NO! Joey and I do not have a song. Does that mean we’re doomed? Or can we get a song later?
>Every couple needs a bootay shakin’ song. Yours rocks!
>THAT is why we don’t dance, because he would have said “Dude, what are you doing here?” But not in a good way. Congrats!
>So that was YOU all gettin’ your groove thing on! ;)Happy Anniversary! Now whenever I hear that song, I’ll be conjuring up images of your hubs Drunkenly Spankin Da Baby During an Earthquake! (LOL)
>That is super sweet. We also have romantic memories in seemingly unromantic places.Hope your anniversary was wonderful!
>I wanna party with you sometime. I bet your husband could show mine a thing or two about moves. Though my husband is fond of that spanking dance move, too.Happy Anniversary!
>That is so cute. I knew I loved you. Happy Anniversary. Did you get married with an American flag in your hair because then you are TRULY my hero.
>*gasp* *gasp*….can’t stop laughing…heh heh….that was TOO funny. Just found your blog but I’ll be back.