Ain't It a Shame

Pity my poor neighbors. I've done nothing but sing very loudly, and very off-key, all week. I know I can't sing. I never could sing worth a damn. But that's never stopped me from singing. Or joining chorus in grade school. I can harmonize. I blend well. That's the only time I've ever been complimented-- or not begged to, for the love of all that's holy, stop it already. That's why I never do karaoke solo. My voice, amplified, is constituted as cruel and unusual punishment in most states.

Unfortunately, my daughter inherited my "can't sing, but will do it anyway" gene. When I think about it, not one person in my entire family-- and I am including every relative I know (believe me, that's a lot of people)-- can sing. And most of us are clumsy. But some of us can dance. Something went wrong somewhere.