Oh Addy, you make me have butterflies in my stomach when you have a Donna Reed avatar. I have an urge to go home and bake a cake and invite the gals over for coffee.
I have to give a speech at a going away luncheon today and I decided to compose a Dr. Seussian rhyme. I will either delight people or frighten them beyond belief.
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?