A Quickie

Me: *singing loudly and imperfectly*
He walks into the room and stares.
Me:  That's right, I'm singing.  You love my singing.
Him: 
Me:  Yes, you do.
Him:  I didn't say anything.
Me:  I'm singing.  
Him:
Me:  Me and the caged bird.  We sing.
Him:  Yes, but we know why the caged bird sings!

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Music gets trapped in my head. Sometimes a snippet. Sometimes the whole song. Whatever I've heard last, plays over and over and over until I hear something else.

Often, I wind up singing along with the soundtrack in my head without even realizing it. Despite what you might imagine, this is not a relationship enhancer. I'll sometimes realize I've been singing something only when I hear, "How many times are you GOING TO SING THAT?!"

Um, hundreds? That's a pretty good ballpark figure. Let's go with that.

Sometimes, I'll be in a store or at work and I'll be singing. If the last song I've heard happens to be Lee Greenwood's "Proud to be an American", aside from people assuming I've drunk the Kool-Aid, this is not such a problem:

And I’m proud to be an American,
Where at least I know I’m free.
And I won't forget the men who died,
who gave that right to me.

And I gladly stand up,
next to you and defend her still today.
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the USA.

If it is the incredibly catchy Rihanna tune, "Rude Boy"* that I'm singing, say, while I'm making copies, this can get rather awkward:

Come here rude boy, boy, can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy, is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me, love me

I wa- wa- want, what you wa- wa- want
Give it to me, baby, like boom boom boom
I wa- wa- want, what you wa-*needle scratch*wa-Why are you looking at me funny?
*cough* *brisk exit*

If I'm going to get caught singing--and, oh yes, I am--maybe I should get more intentional. You know, like, I meant to do that. Maybe add some sweet moves and expressions?





* She sings these words and he's the rude one?