I really wish the last one would have been closed on the sausage-fest gif.
pants, I'm just like badly singing all the soprano solos in Carmina. That range is like trying to run 5 miles on cold legs. Needs a warm up.
also, I'm a little afraid of monsters and hobos. DH pointed out that I accidentally left the front door unlocked this morning when I went to check temps for run clothing and now I'll probably die. :cry:
That's alright. Now is the time to record so you can belt it out without DH there. I highly doubt the hobo under your bed is going to say anything negative about it.
:sad::cry: