No, the two don't go together, it just so happens these are the two things I felt like writing about! Annie had her friend Sarah sleep over last night, and they have been great together. I can't tell you everything they have done because I was vanquished from their presence while they were playing. They claimed to need privacy while they played. This is code for "we're going to make a huge mess, and we don't want you to know about it until later." Well, they had one fuss. Sarah came to me as I was putting plaster on the walls to tell me that Annie had two pairs of Sarah's underwear, and wouldn't give them back. Is this a little girl thing? I know that they sometimes wear each other's underwear, but I just don't get it. The underwear in question looked like stuff that I had bought Annie, and given the fact that Sarah's mom and I probably shop for clothes at similar stores, I suspected that perhaps it just looked like hers. At any rate, lacking the wisdom of Solomon, I decided that since we couldn't be completely sure, Annie could give Sarah one of the pairs of underwear. All the while I was thinking, why would you want to wear underwear that has been worn by someone else? The feud was solved, though, and they went back to playing nicely with each other.

The singing part comes from another Annie comment, which in turn made me remember something else. I love to sing, although I don't do it in front of other people without some alcohol involved. At least, I haven't sung in public since I was a little. A few years ago, I got a really good compliment. I was at a party with some close friends where I knew very few people. Fortunately, after we had all consumed too much beer, we were all best friends. They had a big yard, beautiful living room, spacious kitchen, and the guys somehow found ourselves in the laundry room with a small stereo. I don't know why. Drunk logic has its own rules. At any rate, we were in the laundry room listening to music and belting out our version of the songs as loud and well as we could given the fact we probably had to shut one eye to see only one stereo. My friend Ellie was in the room with the "ladies" and one of them sat up and asked, "who is that?" Ellie (sober as she was our Driver for the evening) just said, "oh, that's David." "You're kidding! Man, if he would get on stage and sing in public he'd get laid!" (My apologies for being vulgar, I'm quoting, and it made me feel good, so deal with it.)

What brought that memory to mind? My singing has been relegated to when I'm in the truck or in the shower. I turn on music when I do my morning shower routine, and Annie walks in somewhere along the way and turns it off. A song came on the CD player of which I'm quite fond. It's called Walls by Brother Phelps. Much to my surprise and pleasure, Annie's eyes got wide and she exclaimed, "Daddy, that sounds just like you!"

Thank you, sweetheart...

Humming at the moment, not singing...