Our hallway (note silver monster piercing the wall & the Southfield eagle [our homecoming competition] being held captive!)
We have to do a lip sync... for which I have been made "Mrs. Incredible". Part of my, um, choreography involves a cartwheel. Yep. Pretty much all I have to say on the matter. Except - word to the wise - don't buy American Eagle jeans if you plan on cartwheeling in them. Whoops.