Oh Where Is My Hairbrush?

I have a confession to make. I still do this.........

I can't resist the urge to sing into my hairbrush. It all started when I was a little girl and I wanted to sing in the choir just like my mom. Then the first time I saw someone singing a solo I thought to myself, "I want to do that". So I started practising in the mirror with whatever I had in my hand. (I sometimes even sang into my curling iron).

My first solo in church was when I was 16 and I will never forget what happened.......I forgot the whole second verse so I la-la-laed until the chorus came back around. Thankfully the congregation had pity on me and let me sing again.

Eventually the bathroom practising paid off as about a year later a really great looking guy started attending our church and he had a great voice. So, of course, I had to sing with him. And you know what ... I still am. Garry and I will be married 24 years this September.

The song was "Boundless Love".

I totally felt it. Ha Ha!!!