And the Music Never... Oh Wait! It Did! It DID Die! :(

Our stereo in the truck (which I drive!) has been broken for nearly a year now (I KNOW!!!)

The fact that I have survived all this time without it is nearly unbelievable. Music is my life and it is usually the only way to get me moving, pick me up when I'm down, to clean the house, or whatever. And it was always the best way to start the day, for both me and Abber-dabber. 

Ahh.. those were the days. Often I would take an extra back-road (or three) when we had a little extra time just to get to the best part of the song (and the part that I just so happen to sound fantastic at) so I can wail it out. It has a sort of therapeutic effect for me and can alter any mood. 

So now on the way to school every morning, I try to sing songs aloud to Abigail that I remember (from the days of old when I HAD A STEREO!) but quickly learned that I don't really know all the words to some songs that I thought I did. 

At least it inspires giggles. 

Do you do that?  Sing songs that you sing all the time but notice that you only really know the words when the actual song is playing? Weird.

And I don't know how to explain it but there are songs that I love (and I mean LOVE, LOVE) and come to find out, I don't even know half the words!

It's... It's just such an odd feeling. As if it lets me down or something. I know this is dumb. 

OH! And when you know exactly what song you want to sing but for the LIFE of you, you cannot think of even the first word?! 

Better yet!  You can remember half of the chorus, but not the rest, and you know... you just KNOW that if you could remember just the first word or two, the entire thing would come back to you.  

YES! THAT is what I'm talking about. I feel like I'm going to get a lot of support on that one. That's got to happen to everybody, right? 

Does it...?  :)