I sing a lot. And I don't just mean in choir rehearsals, I mean around the house, in the shower, when I'm driving, when I'm cooking, when I'm folding the laundry... I just sing. Whatever comes to mind, and if there are no songs in my mind, then I just make something up. I
Last night, WH was out at the BBQ checking on pork and potatoes and I was in the kitchen getting ready to serve up. For some reason, unknown even to me, I was singing the last verse descant to Once in Royal David's City. And I wasn't just singing it, I was lettin' 'er rip, big time.
I had presumed that WH couldn't hear me, and I had my back to the door outside, but when I turned around, he was standing in the doorway, with a hilariously puzzled look on his face.
"Singing descants to Christmas carols, are we?"
I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe.
If we can't laugh at ourselves, then whom, eh?
5 comments:
Oh kindred spirit indeed! I find myelf doing that sort of dotty thing on a regular basis.
hee hee!
Belting out songs while driving gets some odd looks, too!
Laughing is good.
I LOVE it. ...I'm trying to remember the proverb "Respect as such who sing when all alone." (or something like that.)
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