I have another confession to make. I sing when I’m driving alone.
If you’ve ever heard me sing, you’d understand why I feel guilty about that. For the benefit of mankind though, I usually keep the windows up when I sing.When I say sing, I don’t mean that I just chime along with the song that’s playing on the radio. No, I’m talking full-blown, note belting, hand-waving, neck-rolling performances in my car while I’m driving down the road.
Even still – if you’ve ever been in a vehicle on the road next to me, I’m sorry. Surely I must look like a raving lunatic screaming at herself in her car while slapping at the steering wheel.
And for that, I am ashamed. **hangs head** (Not enough to stop doing it, though.)
So if you’re ever on the road and you see a nerdy-but-still-sexy looking lady with kinky hair who appears to be losing her mind behind the wheel for no apparent reason? Don’t fret! I’m not road-raging, or going insane (although that is debatable depending on the day of the month). I’m just driving and singing, and having a jolly good time.