But guess who ended up on stage. Singing. In front of real live people who were laughing because I cannot sing. Nor can I sing The Twelve Days of Christmas even if you only give me a small part. A part which only consists of "...and a partridge in a pear tree". But one that has to be repeated TWELVE times. With a microphone.
Good thing I was wearing these.
Thank you, Me for dragging an unwilling three-year-old to the mall in the rain on Thursday evening to buy them because I listened to my conscience the last time and left the store without them. Poor babies.
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