I’ve been known to argue practically to the death over a point that I think I’m completely right about…only to find that I’m dead wrong about it. Is it because my children have killed off some of my brain cells? Or because I’m a
bottle blond? Or just too stubborn?
In any case, these days, there isn’t too much that I know for sure.
Other than that I know for sure that I will never be on the People of
Walmart the Gym.
Something else that I know for sure is that I can’t sing. At all. Even my two year old covers his ears in pain when I try. But, while I might not end up as the butt of someone’s blog post punchline due to what I wear to the gym, I very well might end up there because I often forget that just because I have my headphones in while I’m listening to music on the elliptical, people can still hear me if I sing outloud.
I can’t help it.
Not Ready to Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks: I’m not ready to make nice, I’m not ready to bow down, I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round….
All I Wanna Do by the Sugarland: All I want to do wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wooo is love you…
Stand by Rascal Flatts: You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off, then you stand, then you stand….
Back Where I Come From by Kenny Chesney: Back where I come from, it’s where I’ll be when it’s said and done….
What I know for sure is that my singing voice should be outlawed in the gym. But, only after they ban guys wearing bootyshorts.
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