I can’t sing. I wish I could, I just didn’t get those genes. But just because I can’t sing, doesn’t mean I won’t sing. Especially after almost 4 years of marriage. I have been done trying to hide my flaws for awhile now. Plus, he already discovered my weird stash of socks at the bottom of the bed and the pile of hair on my nightstand which he insisted was for making some kind of hair doll. #sorrynotsorry.
But Dan can sing so I can’t even hide it. I actually married into a very musically talented family and I’m over here like hey I can play the first part of Joy to the World on the piano if you show me what key to start on.
But anyway, I do have a special song I like to serenade him with…
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine,
You make me happ-EEEEE when skies are gray,
you’ll never know Dan, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
But he just ended up laughing when I hit the EEEE part. So I wanted to get his honest opinion of my singing.
Me: I want you to be brutally honest, hows my singing?
Dan: Great. I love your joyful noises
Me: You better tell me the truth, cause I’m gonna try out for American Idol
Dan: I would encourage and support you
Me: Would you send me to Hollywood?
Dan: Of course I would.
In this case love is not just blind. Love is deaf. So, so deaf.