Time for another confession.
So … I sing. That’s right. I sing.
Randomly. For no reason. And not very well.
I usually don’t sing actual songs though. I make them up. “You know what I’m gonna do? La La. I’m gonna change my clothes. Do Do. You know what I’m gonna do? La La. I’m gonna hang up my coat. Do Do. You know what I’m gonna do? La La. Dance around my room. Woo Hoo. Because dancing is fun and I like to dance. La La La La La La La.”
Yeah … that sort of thing. It’s awful. I sing things all the time.
“Emptying the dishwasher is not my favorite job but I have to do it or I’ll become a slob … time to put away the dishes in the cabinets above so I can show my kitchen a little bit of love.”
It doesn’t stop folks. Remember that scene in Elf where Will Ferrell makes up the singing song to show Jovie how easy it is to sing?
Yeah, like that.
Anyway, I sing about whatever I’m doing at that particular time. I think this goes back to my original confession about humming. All part of the same thing, right? Maybe I just can’t stand silence.
Someone help me. 😉