So Many Motha Uckers.

I can't get this song out of my head. I sing it in the street. In the supermarket. My son even knows the words (bad mama!) - just not the meaning.

I think it's my theme song for the week. I work freelance. I'm waiting to get paid. Every tick of the tock. One of the pitfalls of not working for the man. Waiting for the mula. Ho hum.

I've even considered getting my husband to call up under the guise he's my accountant. Sneaky, aren't I?

Anyway. Enjoy it.