Not sure today was a blog day, but according to a tiny voice in the back of my mind I am pretty sure now everyday is a blog day. On my mind tonight: The beauty of shower singing.
I am folding laundry with my family, (because I am such a "do gooder") when my brother starts to whistle. Now, when people whistle out of nowhere for no apparent reason, and start making up their own tune; this is one of my pet peeves. I obviously tell him to stop it, but no such luck of a nice reply, for instance "okay," "sure, no problem." I get one nasty reply saying "What’s wrong with my whistling, it's nothing different then how annoying it is for me when you sing in the shower. Sometimes it's so bad I can hear you all the way in the basement." Inside I am blushing bright red, because showering is my favorite part of everyday. It is my sanction where I may belt & crack while singing while I don't care who's listening because I don't think anybody is. I never knew I was that loud. But apparently singing "Best thing I never had," at the top of your lung isn't what you call inconspicuous. I guess now next time I attempt this I will have to make sure I am home alone. Is nothing sacred anymore? Not even shower time.
sanction... do you mean sanctuary?
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