Like this past week. Mom, the kids and I went to the EAA Airfest in Oshkosh, WI. One of my bestest buddies, Kathy only lives a short hour away from Oshkosh, so we bunked at her place for the night.
So, her husband is such a dear and never gets overwhelmed with the amount of estrogen in the room when we all descend on his peaceful home. So, just to let her know that we acknowledge the great sacrifice he's making to let us have uninterrupted girl giggle time, I said, "Jon is such a dear, isn't he?"
Well she never misses an opportunity to gush over her faithful knight in shining armor. She says, "He's the best thing in my life.."
So without skipping a synapse, I burst into song (think Stevie Wonder "you are the sunshine of my life")
You are the best thing in my life....
And I'm the best thing in yours too.. yeah e yeah e yeah yeah..
... Once I took my bow, my friend lowers her head slightly, lifts one eyebrow and gives me the look that says, "where did I EVER pick up friends like you??"
And of course my mother is sitting there, embarrassed.
"I think she had too much caffeine today, Kath."
And I interject, "Wait. No. there's more. I have more songs! "
Say something. Say anything. I'm on a roll. Where's my mic?
And no I don't drink.
So, what makes you sing? Or your home for that matter?
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