I sat in my mother’s living room this evening and heard thunder outdoors. My dad asked my mom to check the weather, which prompted me to sing “I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather…” And then it prompted me to reblog this post! Bonus points if you know what song that’s from.
My family struggles with an affliction. There is no test to determine whether you have it or not. You don’t know you have it, until one time it just happens. Someone says something innocently to you or around you, and you BURST INTO SONG.
We refer to it as the recessive gene in my family. It’s more of a sickness, actually. It’s like a chronic illness-once you have it, it’s yours for life.
Still unclear as to what I am referring to? Picture it, choir practice, all of the members of the choir are sitting in the pews. The choir director chooses the song to rehearse and says “Let’s start at the very beginning.” Which I reply instantly by singing “A very good place to start.” I can’t help it, it just comes out!
Oh it’s not just limited to songs from The Sound of Music. I must admit…
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