Sunday, March 23, 2008

You know what the problem with family is?

You sing one Whitney Houston song at the top of your lungs slightly out of tune and then suddenly the whole damn clan is against you...

It was the "Greatest Love of All!"

Not some piece of shit like "Wind Beneath My Wings".... cut me a break.

Plus, I hit the freaking high note.

What is wrong with you people?

Poppy? Chicka? Am I being unreasonable? I helped them find eggs and dragged them to 8am mass (so Imelda could serve)

Jim? Randy? I hit it just as good as if Deb Remsen was choir director. I need a little love.


Poppy Cede said...

Every time Dawg sings I giggle my tiny little head off and want him to sing more, in tune or out of tune. THAT'S LOVE.

Your family suffers from a lack of appreciation-love.

Tell them Poppy says it's ok for you to sing whatever the hell you want at the top of your lungs and they'll just have to DEAL WITH IT.

Chicka said...

No, no,'re supposed to do it loudly, off key, and in front of their friends - in public if you can.