So I'll never be a prima donna
As we are prone to do, Debra and I stayed at work late dancing again a couple of weeks ago. It's so much fun! We close my office door, crank the speakers, and go to town. This particular evening we listened to "It's raining men" over and over, with me singing along at the top of my lungs, happy to be alive.
I thought it was all fine and dandy until a few days later when we were talking to a coworker about singing and I made fun of my voice and how I was always off-key but thought I sounded good. Our coworker said, "Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad." I said, "Pretty bad." Debra decided to chime in, "No, you don't understand. It's REALLY bad." THANK YOU, DEBRA.
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Oh god, AND I didn't wear makeup to work on Thursday, which prompted another coworker to tell me I looked like I'd gotten run over by a bus! I'm really feeling the love...
Maybe you should bring them some muffins? :)
I miss you guys.
We miss you, tooOOOoooOOOooo!
Fine, next year I'm going to encourage you to try out for American Idol. I'll even go with you and tell some story about how you always wanted to be a singer but you have never had the chance to show the world your talent..... oh wait, I think you are too old for American Idol.