I have a horrific singing voice.
I don't hum well.
I don't really even whistle.
BUT...I sing in the car.
Loudly.
When we were still living up in New York and before we had kids, I would be driving around, doing my thing and my sister's first husband would always tell me that the places he saw me driving and how I was singing - emphatically - in the car.
Yes, emphatically.
I put some emotion in it. There are hand gestures, facial expressions...no ordinary sing-a-long, I can tell you that.
So today I'm in the car and flipping through the stations and I land on Alanis Morisette's "You Oughta Know" and I'm sorry...ladies, should you EVER need to get out some aggression and anger, sing along to THAT song. A world of tension left my body by the time I was done.
Ah, nothing like a good angry-woman song to make you feel better.
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