Here’s another example of how well FirstHusband “gets” me. He truly is my density.
So, today was Homecoming for our church and I was asked to sing “I’m Building this House On the Rock.”
Now, I can get my twang on, but this wasn’t just a little bit southern gospel, it was a LOT southern gospel. I rehearsed all week and I tried to get into it, to make it my own, but . . . it just wasn’t happening. Last night, as I was rehearsing again, I stopped, turned to FirstHusband and asked,
“Do you know what I need to really make this song work?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he nailed it.
And that’s what I went for this morning, although I toned it down a little. I didn’t want to scare small children. Reba McIntire would have been proud.
6 thoughts on “he is my density. part II.”
Sometimes you just gotta have the right hair! Love it.
Nothing says southern like big hair. I, too, want a picture.
Do we get a picture with that? I know, I know, I’m one to talk. But I couldn’t resist.
Where is the picture? You can’t leave us hanging like that!
The least you could have done was call me so I could peek down the street for a look!
Ditto! Inquiring minds (eyes?) want to know (see?) all that is the Big Hair Glory! 🙂