Right at this moment I’m most likely sitting on a plane next to some stinky guy who is totally squishing over the armrest into my seat. That’s right, I’m on my way to Vancouver right this very second! Not that Vancouver is filled with stinky men, but it’s just my luck to have one all up in my business while flying.

Don’t believe me? Well, let’s revisit this little tidbit that I previously talked about in December 2011…

On this particular flight we were flying home from Miami. I was around 5 months pregnant and we had just been on a 7 day Carnival cruise to the Western Caribbean. We had hoped to upgrade to first class for the flight home, but the plane was totally full so we resigned ourselves to a slightly cramped ride back.

My husband is 6’4” and flying is typically pretty uncomfortable for him, so I usually take the middle seat to give him a little more room to stretch out in the window or aisle seat. I’m so nice, right? Well, this would have been totally fine, if the person who sat down on the other side of me wasn’t a 350ish pound man.

He literally overflowed from his seat, over my arm rest, and into my area. Once he sat down, my left arm was pinned and I couldn’t move it to lift a drink to my mouth or turn the page of my Sky Mall magazine.  He was so large that he couldn’t put down the little tray in front of him, so he balanced his family-sized boxes of Pizza Hut wings and cheese breadsticks on his stomach and then proceeded to eat every one of them within about 6 inches of my face. I had been pretty lucky with my lack of morning sickness, but I truly thought I was going to yack all over him and his stupid hot wings.

Sadly, this is not my ONLY bad flying experience… my bestie and I also were stuck on a runway for so many hours that we missed our connecting flight to St. Martin and were forced to re-plan our entire trip!

So here’s to hoping that I don’t have another horrible flying story to tell you once I land. But, just in case I do, please share with me your terrible flying stories in the comments!

For the past month or so I’ve been totally stuck on Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis. I probably hear it three times a day and every time I fully lose my shiznet when the song hits the 4:30 mark.

It’s not cute what happens to me when they start with their Na-Na’s… frankly it’s a bit dangerous.* Dangerously AWESOME.

But then I heard my new obsession by cheeky monkey Robin Thicke (featuring T.I and Pharrell) and HOLY HOTDOGS BATMAN!?

When Blurred Lines comes on the radio in my car I shush everyone (including the nice Starbucks barista trying to take my order in the drive thru) and dance my fanny off. Actually, NO, ‘dance my fanny off’ isn’t an accurate description… forget shaking my arms in the air like I just don’t care. I bust out into moves that are most likely horrifying people that catch a glimpse of whatever the heck it is that I’m throwing down. And then picking up. And THROWING DOWN AGAIN.

So, let’s celebrate Friday together and scare people with our not-so-smooth moves:

How about you, what is your latest song obsession?

* Confession: When I inserted the video into this post and then clicked through to make sure it played okay I got so into the Na-Na’s that I kind of fell off my wheely office chair.