You Are My Sunshine...

I love to sing, but I don't sing well. I was in chorus in school and sang alto. When surrounded by a lot of other good singers I could blend in well enough, but on my own... not so much.  I decided that's exactly the voice God gave me so I need to embrace it.  

When it is just Michael and I around I belt out silly little songs I have made up.  The only songs I truly know well enough to sing by heart are "Oh Canada!" (chalk that one up to hockey games) and of course The Star Spangled Banner (which is difficult to sing, sorry Francis Scott Key)... so I opt for Canada's national anthem when I want to sing something.   

A few years ago I asked Michael to sing a song to me.  His choice?  "You Are My Sunshine", because it is the only song he knows enough words to be able to sing. Michael's singing voice is as "awesome" as mine.  I loved every word of that badly sung song, because he was putting his all into it and it was so heartfelt. 

So now we often sing "You Are My Sunshine" to each other.  It's kind of "our" song and our motto.  In fact, he got me a picture frame for Christmas that says, "You are my sunshine..."  and I would love to get those words in vinyl wall lettering for our bedroom.

The other morning it was about 6:30 and Michael was making his lunch before leaving for work.   Because I felt he needed to be entertained while doing this, I started pantomiming the words to "You Are My Sunshine."  I may have a 52-year-old body, but I have a little child living in me that won't vacate the premises, resulting in these moments.  

Michael started laughing and wasn't getting too far on his lunch.  With an appreciative audience I put my all into it.  

Then I got to this line, "You'll never know dear...."

Here's how I did it:

You'll  - (pointed at Michael)

never  - (shaking my index finger back and forth)

know  - (shaking my head "no")

(and here's where it got even funnier)

dear - I did this:

I couldn't help it, I started laughing.  Michael's lunch was a forgotten chore at that point as he was laughing even harder. I did the above again, pleased with my creativity at 6:30 in the morning, and said,  "You know what that was, don't you?"  - thinking it was pretty obvious, especially when he knew the words to the song.

He said, "Yeah, 'no'!"

I started laughing even harder and said, "NOOO!!!  That was 'deer'!"

... and of course I turned my back to him, put my hands on my head for antlers, and turned to face him again... 

"See, Deer!"

We both started cracking up again.  Some days I am really happy that the only witnesses to the goofiness in our house, two basset hounds, are unable to speak and can keep such great secrets. 

I told Michael everyone knows that motion is a deer!  

I had to look online to see if searching for "hands on head for antlers"  came up with anything similar to the motion I did... and I found the above picture.  And sure enough, it is the international sign language for deer!  

(Because this is an educational blog - moose is hands spread even wider apart to indicate "bigger".) 

I hope I never stop being silly.

Life is short, so enjoy every silly second.