I was supposed to meet up with a book club tonight to discuss my book. They read it and wanted to talk to me about it. But too many sick kids decimated their numbers and the event was rescheduled.
So here we are at home. After a family hot tub, I started drinking Wicked’s Baked Apple Cider. Then we started a puzzle. Then we started the Christmas Carols, which by the way we sing loudly and as off key as possible. My husband was complaining that the songs never have the emphasis, the passion, the drama that they should.
So every so often I say what about this one? And he has some complaint about it. Finally I tell him he’s a picky bastard. And he says…
Why do you think I was single until I met you?
Awww.
Hope you have someone at home who understands, embraces, and participates in your weird.
T.A. Henry 
So sweet! And, I’ve always wanted a book club to do one of my books. What fun!
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Our family favorite is “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.” It is a bitch to sing without music. But alas, when it is your child’s favorite, it ends up in the cub scout carol book (and no one else has EVER heard it) and your son excitedly agrees to lead the back in song……… Sweet, but painfully terrible. Luckily the old lady at the assisted living home didn’t mind. Definitely worth a spotify listen, but beware if you endeavor on your own rendition.
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Sign, so I guess you can guess what sing I have stuck in my head now!
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#song#
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So sweet!
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