To Twerk or not to Twerk

I don’t normally give my views on political or pop culture type things. I just kind of sit back and eat my cookies and smirk at all of those who feverishly pick and choose sides then get in fierce internet battles with each other over who is right and who is wrong. I have been sitting back watching my Facebook news feed fill up with Miley Cyrus propaganda, which I did not think I was paying any attention to. Apparently I subconsciously have been paying some mind to it all because of what I was doing when I woke up this morning.

Justin left first thing this morning for work (like 6:30AM). I vaguely remember saying goodbye and drifting back to sleep. I was having this strange dream that I was trying to teach Ginny Weasley how to twerk. I was essentially walking around my entire dream with my ass out. She was looking at me with that really serious face she gets. She was not amused. 

I chose this photo because it not only conveys the look I was trying to tell you about, but it also looks like she is about to punish me with her wand.

Anyway I woke up face down in the middle of the bed with my ass in the air. At first I was so excited that Ginny Weasley was real, and that there IS a such thing as Hogwarts. Then I realized that my dream was not real. Even if it had been, I am pretty sure the witches and wizards of the world would (to the tune of that Carley Rae Jepsen song) ♫call me crazy...♫  and disown me maybe.♫ But in all seriousness. I am pretty sure that he who must not be named would have been vanquished from being immediately upon witnessing the atrocity that was my twerking. 

I think I will go watch the Hannah Montana movie and delve deeper into the inner workings of Miley Cyrus because she must be my soul sister or something. I know one thing, the dream me could give her one hell of a run for her money when it comes to twerking... as for the real me??? doubtful.