I blame it on my Ipod and that new CD I bought last Friday. The songs like — Save The Last Dance For Me, How Can You Mend A Broken Heart , Home and Lost has been playing non stop in my head. I just love Michael Buble’ to bits and pieces, and I find myself dancing and foot tapping to his music. Just imagining myself swinging my hips left and right, is enough to give me a heart attack. Yuck, but true! This can’t be the last song syndrome, is it? Or am I just going bananas?