Michael Jackson.

I have some confessions to make.

I'll begin by stating that this post all started while I was cleaning this morning. Claire and I had Michael Jackson blaring and I was so proud of my little girl dancing away to Beat It.

As I write this, I'm a little embarrassed for myself. In my iTunes, you'd probably find more Michael Jackson than anything else. It was my solution for everything. Gotta study for that chem homework? At the gym? Cleaning? Road Trip? Oh, you can bet I have a Michael Jackson playlist for that!

I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when my then fiance texted me and told me Michael Jackson had died. I was on the treadmill listening to none other than, that's right, Michael Jackson. Ross was at Disneyland with his family when I got the text, which was almost in a mocking tone. (Serves me right.) My sweet husband is NOT a Michael Jackson fan.

Don't worry MJ. You're still going strong in the Loveland house (As long as Ross is not present). Especially on cleaning days.