So here’s a confession: I sing in the car. And I’m not talking about just softly singing along with the radio… I am talking about full-blown Red-Rocks-volume facial-expressions singing. I usually will pop on an iTunes playlist through my phone for the sole purpose of blasting out the interior of the vehicle with my vocal cord exploits. Lately the soundtrack of Wicked has been my background of choice, and it gets even scarier when showtunes are involved because, naturally, you have to add more theatrical aspect to it. :p
Why do I engage in this potentially embarrassing practice, you may ask? Well, I love to sing. And I’m pretty decent at it (used to be better, but I haven’t been practicing as I should to keep it up to par. And goodness knows I don’t have time nor space to pop on the tunes at home, crank the volume to blasting, and belt it out to my heart’s content… not when little baby might be napping or toddler son is covering his ears because “It’s too loud, Mommy!” Thus I must resort to car-singing.
Some people pick their nose while driving… I sing really, REALLY loud whilst being totally oblivious to who might be watching/pointing/laughing. Don’t judge.
Really, Rachel... 