It's the next viewing that troubles me. Mom watches it a second time, all the way through, without Dad, and sings along! She thinks she is rockin the house, but I am telling you she is rockin the bucket she is trying to carry those tunes in. Loud, proud and rarely in key.She swears she used to sing in plays... ones people actually saw. I question that.
If that weren't bad enough, she sometimes scoops me in her arms and does a little dance with me, while singing. The horror! I have learned to hide at a safe distance, during this second viewing. As soon as she starts calling out to me to start a "flash mob," I run for the closet.
Mom often wishes life was like a musical. In her world strangers would break out in song and dance at any given moment. Naturally everyone sings fabulously in this world. So I guess that rules her out. I'm just glad I don't have to go anywhere in her car cause I understand there is a cast album playing on the CD. Yikes!
What does your family do to embarrass you?
