I must so be a gluton for punishment.
Why, you ask?
Because I can’t even carry a tune. And boy, oh, boy do I wish I could.
I sing in the car when I’m alone. And sometimes, much to my sons’ chagrin, I sing in the house.
I LOVE TO SING.
Sometimes, people say they can’t sing and they’re looking for people to say, “oh, no, you sing nicely.” But I am not that person. Don’t waste your breath. Not that you would.
I. Really. Can’t.
But that will never stop me.