As I walked into the room where I was working for my mum today, I came eye ball to eye socket with the lovely chap you see in the picture above. Isn’t he fabulous? Being a bit of a science geek, I’ve always loved stuff like skeletons. My final year in school, we even got the opportunity to investigate the workings of a yellow rat. As a result, you won’t be too surprised to learn that I wanted my photo taken with our young man here.

I knew it would be brilliant for a blog post on here, I just didn’t know what about yet

So my photographer (my sister )  took the requested shot and it was as we were headed back after work that the song ‘dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones‘ started twirling around in my head. I was all set to share a wonderful thoughtful post about the value of life. It would have included a generous dollop of motivation, encouraging you to approach everything you do with passion. Undoubtedly I would have felt compelled to mark a distinction between the dry bones of my skeleton friend and the vitality and life we should run after.

But then I made a mistake

Searching for the lyrics of the aforementioned song, I stumbled across The Wiggles rendition of ‘Dry bones’ and all I’m good for now is giggling!

So for your delight, I’m pleased to present The Wiggles. If you’re not familiar with their work, allow me to introduce them as the Australian equivalent of The Beatles for children. But as my husband said when he saw this, no, the one in yellow is NOT Greg Wiggle. Greg left The Wiggles back in 2006 and as you may have gathered, he is sorely missed in our household

Tagged as: bones, breathing, funny