While I was sitting upstairs browsing the web and having my feet up, my husband was downstairs in the basement, mudding away to the tunes of Black Eyed Peas. And then, suddenly there it was. Never heard before. Never, not in my wildest dream, ever expected it to happen. My husband was singing to the tunes of Gone Going. To understand the magnitude of this event you need to know that he has probably the largest CD collection you’ve ever seen (iTunes then on top of that), but he doesn’t dance. We are married for over 10 years and I have never heard him utter a sound above and beyond speech. And here he was, after 2 weeks of dreadfully endless mudding, singing while mudding and the chorus line of And its gone… gone… going… is echoing from the walls.
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And there I was, and I heard him sing.
While I was sitting upstairs browsing the web and having my feet up, my husband was downstairs in the basement, mudding away to the tunes of Black Eyed Peas. And then, suddenly there it was. Never heard before. Never, not in my wildest dream, ever expected it to happen. My husband was singing to the tunes of Gone Going. To understand the magnitude of this event you need to know that he has probably the largest CD collection you’ve ever seen (iTunes then on top of that), but he doesn’t dance. We are married for over 10 years and I have never heard him utter a sound above and beyond speech. And here he was, after 2 weeks of dreadfully endless mudding, singing while mudding and the chorus line of And its gone… gone… going… is echoing from the walls.