Raindrops
Just the other day, on a very pleasant ride home from a fabulous weekend, Whitney Houston’s I Have Nothing popped up on the radio
& wow
WoW
& as I was attempting to sound just a smidge as fantastic as that powerful voice, I realized and not so softly cried to those who dared listen, ONE DAY !!! oooooooh to have that talent for ONE. SINGLE. DAY.
waaaa.
Unfortunately, I was not blessed with melodious pipes this go-round, although I’m pretty darn certain in a delightful other lifetime ???
uh huh
yep
it’s true
& just so you know, one of my Bucket List Top Priority Wishes That Most Likely Will Never, Ever Come True Because The Chicken In Me Is Way Tooooo Chicken-y is to be the belle of the ball in a karaoke bar.
I’m talking me, a mic and everyone anticipating my arrival.
I’m talking I sing so well and the crowd loves me so much … Oh. My. Gosh. … the masses will be applauding for days …!
! DAYS !
And no belly full of beer allowed.
It’s just me and my warble-ness
& what song would I sing, you ponder ??
Welp. This might come as a surprise given it’s not so stretchy note range but, my tune of choice would be RainDrops Keep Falling On My Head by BJ Thomas
Why ?
Because the words to this loveliness are absolutely priceless
Nothin’ seems to fit.
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining
Because I’m freeeee
Nothing’s worrying meeeeeeee
YaY
& if that ain’t the perfect answer to Life’s unusual questions I surely don’t know what is because up and down and allllll around we continually spin and our approach and response to the whirl-twirl will always and forever pave our way
& ahhhhh
or should I say laaaaaaa !!!!
So keep on chugging and being and laughing and solving and trying and doing, my peeps, and if you one day happen to see little ol’ me in that once upon a time karaoke bar ?!!? Come on in and ! w a t c h o u t ! ’cause Whitney will be coming up next.
youch
🙂