Why is there always something wrong with me? If it’s not my knee it’s my shoulder. If it’s not my hip it’s my neck. I can see that I won’t be aging well.
Today I have almost no voice. I am still hoarse from singing all day on Sunday. Between Jacob and I rehearsing for hours then the extreme high notes in a few of the songs, this old voice box has called it quits. I probably should have been exercising my voice and doing lots of professional warm-ups with hot water and honey. But instead I drank a Diet Dr Pepper and didn’t eat dinner. I never claimed to be the sharpest knife in the drawer.
My beautiful friend Heather sent me a video of Jacob and I singing. If you’re in a hurry I won’t blame you if you skip the video and just scan down to the end of the post.
My three conclusions:
1) I have decided that from now on I will only wear black and require everyone around me to wear black at all times. I look so much skinnier that way.
2) I hold my head weird when I sing. I may also do it when I’m talking, but I wont be videoing myself to find out. It’s one of those things that I’d just rather not know.
3) My daughter Faith is cute when she sings (thankfully she didn’t inherit my weird head thing). I never get to see her because she sits on the other side of the choir from me. That’s her just behind Jacob’s head to the left.
4) That’s my friend Sara behind me to the right She and I will be making a pact to wear black from now on. I’ll stand behind her when she wants to look skinny and she’ll do the same for me. She’s that kind of friend.
Hopefully I will have my voice back soon and life will be normal. Except now my left elbow hurts.
Seriously, what is happening?! If you are older than me please don’t tell me that it just gets worse. I don’t want to know about my weird head thing and I don’t want to know that this is how I will feel for the rest of my life. This is one of those times when it is OK to lie, like when I ask James if I look fat or if you forget someone’s name.