But Only in the Shower, OK?

Originally posted Feb. 08

I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I love cheesy reality television. in particular, american idol. love it! i have watched it every season except one, the carrie underwood season. other than that - die hard fan. last night, while indulging myself in all of its cheesy splendor, my husband pointed something out to me. He and I have had the same conversation at the same time of year for seven years running. incidentally, right around audition time. It goes something like this:

anne - 'honey, do i have a nice voice?'
josh - 'yep'
anne - 'are you just saying that, or do you really think i can sing well?'
josh - 'you can sing well'
anne - 'how well?'
josh - 'i think you have a beautiful voice'
anne - 'could i make it to hollywood?'
josh - 'i think you have a beautiful voice'
anne - 'but what about hollywood?'
josh - 'honey, don't do this'
anne - 'i just want to know if i sing worse than i think'
josh - 'you can sing well'
anne - 'would i make the final cut?'
josh - 'honey....'
anne - 'just tell me, i won't get mad'
josh - 'i think you have a beautiful voice'
anne - 'what if i sing like this' *operetta-ish voice*
josh - 'that sounds great'
anne - 'what about this' *hillbilly-ish voice*
josh - 'maybe not that. just sing to me and aidan. that would be nice'
anne - 'ok, buddy'

For the record, I know I can't sing. I know my voice sounds more clear in my head than out. I am ok with this.