We’re watching The Sing Off. And we watch Glee. And yes, I admit that we also watch American Idol.

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.


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.

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