I sing everywhere; car, work, stores...
I like to think it's an endearing little habit that I have but some probably think otherwise. I sing along to the radio, I sing whatever is stuck in my head when there's no radio and if neither are an option I make something up. The dog and cats have their own theme songs and I frequently tell them how lucky they are because there are lots of animals in the world that have no songs about them. For the record, when I am in public I don't sing at the top of my lungs or anything; I sort of just hum along under my breath. I can, for the most part, carry a tune - however I do this better with music to back me up or with the good acoustics of the shower. I am happy to report that (so far) I have been able to refrain from singing along to my iPod while working out at the YMCA!
So I'm told, I've been doing this since I was a little kid. My grandmother used to love to tell the story about me being around 4 years old, randomly one day standing up in the backseat of their Volkswagen to sing, "I am a Promise, with a capital P..."
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You go girl!
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