Yep, we do sing at the dinner table and randomly throughout our days. Yesterday, with the three guests at our dining room table, we got some pretty odd stares as we sang during dinner. I explained to the ten-year old girl that we sing along to movies and basically whenever the mood strikes. The look on her face caused Older Son some concern. I told him not to sweat it. I asked him if he enjoys singing and he said, “of course”! So I told him it doesn’t matter what others think about the singing.
I sing at work. Not as often lately for two reasons. First, I’ve allowed stress to get the better of me. Ironically, singing a few good tunes at my desk would help alleviate the stress, so I will apply that good advice. Second, the stupid, bloody tooth with the sad root is still infecting my head. The left sinus is about to mutiny. Third round of antibiotics since November. Usually takes me six years to go through that many antibiotics. We spoke with dentist cuz on the phone this evening and we now have a solid game plan for dealing with the stupid tooth. When I get back to work on Wednesday, I’ll look at my calendar and request the time for the first step-ripping the bloody tooth out of my mouth. Be gone, infectious, beyond hope tooth! Then I’ll figure out the timing on the rest of the plan.
I really can’t wait to have this tooth out of my mouth. If had known on November 1st the fate that was ahead of me, I would have yanked it before the bloody root canal.
Soon my sinus will drain. My ears will clear out. I’ll have my head voice back. I’ll sing! And everyone at work will simply have to deal with that…or close their doors…or tell me to stop. I can always take a walk. And yes, there will be singing at the dinner table.
ohbloodyhell8 