Since my brother and I have both recently moved out, there are now two empty bedrooms back at home. That means that Emily was finally able to move out of the teeny tiny room where she's spent the last 16 years and into the gigantic room my brother used to have. Along with the upgrade came some redecorating, and last Friday I went home to see the finished room. It is adorable and BRIGHT and after I spent a few minutes looking around I climbed on the bed and Emily and I caught a cases of the giggles. We took several photographs, most of which ended up looking like this...
Emily had the soundtrack from the movie A Walk to Remember playing, and I thought I would burst with joy when I heard the song Someday We'll Know. I hate to toot my own horn but I sound pretty much EXACTLY LIKE MANDY MOORE when I sing it.
I ended up getting a little bit carried away with the opportunity to showcase my Mandy Moore-esque vocals, and recorded myself belting out a verse on my iPhone. We replayed the video on my phone and it turns out that I sound a lot more like Mandy Moore in my head than I do in reality, but we laughed hysterically when we listened to it.
Fast forward to last Monday.
There was an event going on at the courthouse and the paralegals from my office were invited. A coworker and I decided to head over together, and I offered to drive because my car was parked closer and I am a wee bit lazy when it comes to how far I have to walk in heels in excess of 1.5 inches. The two of us hopped in Old Blue and even though the drive to the courthouse takes less than five minutes, I plugged my phone into the stereo system.
Looking back to that moment in the car I should have just left the regular radio station on. Hindsight, it really is 20/20. But no. I had to go and play with fire. After I plugged the phone in, I selected "Play USB," and cranked the volume up.
I think you know where this is going.
Guess what came blasting out the speakers.
SINGING MANDY MOORE.
I turned the volume down as soon as I realized what was going on, but it was too late. My coworker was silent for a few seconds, and then looked at me and said, "Was that............you?"
Yes. Yes it was. You mean to tell me that you don't record yourself enthusiastically performing cover versions of songs by 90s pop stars and then play them over the speaker system in your car?
I THOUGHT EVERYONE DID THAT.
By the time we got to the courthouse we were laughing so hard we had tears running down our cheeks because really, WHAT ELSE COULD WE DO?
At least I had a funny co-worker in my car, and not a detective.