Never miss a chance to sing....not even to a chicken.
*Now I was never a good singer. Sort of what you might call a Spooky voice.
But some many years ago, I "hired" three of my cousins to come and serande
my wife for Valentines day. We lived in an apartment at the time.
It was a great plan.
Except the boys got the wrong apartment. We were the next window over.
** My wife hated my singing. Shucks, even I hated my singing. The preacher...
he wouldn't even let me sing in church. I can't sing. So I played an imaginary
tuba, it stays in the console of the car...I play at red lights, in traffic. Left it at
Pizza Hut once. Had to order another one.