Charlie Brown Goes Bowling

I hope Pea never knows I uttered "Good Grief!" under my breath every time her bowling ball made its way down the alley.

I may not know what I want my Pea to become, but I hope she never knows I uttered "Good Grief!" under my breath every time her bowling ball made its way down the alley.

Sweet disposition, but a complete lack of ability

I hope Pea loves her Dad despite his lack of chops.

You know the song, "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap?  Well, I like that song.  I first heard it on the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack, and earlier today I (legally) downloaded the Conditions album off iTunes.

The lead singer of The Temper Trap sings falsetto.  For the non-musically inclined, like me, that means he sings like one of his testicles hasn't descended and the other is in a vice-grip (it's true, I Googled it).  It's the high singing.  Like Chris Martin from Coldplay, or, like me when I was in grade 4 choir.

Just a few minutes ago, as I harkened back to my elementary school choir days, I thought it would be a great idea to sing along.  There are now 3 dogs barking at my front door.

As I attempted to sing, I was also reminded of the last time anyone judged me on my singing ability.  Again, we're in grade 4.  My teacher, who was also the choir teacher, handed out report cards and I was amazed to see a B grade for "singing."  Like an idiot, I thought it wise to admit to anyone who would listen (teacher included) that I was lip-synching.  The grade was quickly changed to a D... apparently, my lip-synching was so impressive that it saved my from a failing grade!

Now, since I can't do it myself, take a listen to Dougy and the boys, as they do it up right...

I may not know what I want Pea to become, but I hope she loves her Dad despite his lack of chops.