How can I keep from singing?

And ... funny story. So you know how I'm ALWAYS singing, OK. So i guess I sing on the treadmill. I mean, I knew I did, but I don't realize that much. Anyway, Lidia (my gym friend) goes to me today: Drea, I hate to tell you, but you can't carry a tune for your life. So i start laughing, I'm like "I know, I just like to sing lalala." Then we are talking about the OLD Cinderella, you know the roger Hammerstein one, and she is saying she never saw it.

I'm like "OMG so you don't know the songs."
She goes, "sing me one."
I go, "OK but you know I'm not good."

So I sang her "10 minutes ago I met you ... and we murmured our how-do-you-do's..."
And she was like, "Damn girl, I take it all back, you CAN sing. And pretty darn well. WOW."


HAHAHA -- it made me gig. I guess when I'm out of breath on the treadmill I don't sound so angelic ...

So then she was asking if my mom could sing, I"m like "yes, and so can my siblings" She's like, "oh how many do you have?" I'm like "oh like 3 and my little sister sings AWESOME. She has a more powerful voice than me tho, its really cool." She's like, "well if she is half as good as you, you guys should quit your day jobs and go into business."

So i think that is what we should do. Any sponsors?

Drea

Post about the mama

Yesterday, I answered my work phone: hey mom
mom: do you have caller id?
me: no, why?
mom: oh, how did you know it was me?
me: i could smell ya
mom: huh?
me: mom i have caller-id
mom: OHHH ... LIAR


She makes me smile!