Tuesday, June 10, 2008

In which Chorus laughs at herself.


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:

Kathryn said...

Oh kindred spirit indeed! I find myelf doing that sort of dotty thing on a regular basis.

Towanda said...

hee hee!

St. Casserole said...

Belting out songs while driving gets some odd looks, too!

Jan said...

Laughing is good.

Diane said...

I LOVE it. ...I'm trying to remember the proverb "Respect as such who sing when all alone." (or something like that.)