Burnt Food and Musicals

I burn food. Not intentionally, of course. I'm Suzy Homemaker in my head making meals with love.


But my head isn't real life. The real life version starts something on the stove, then goes to switch the laundry, folds a bit while there, makes a mental note about getting more laundry detergent, puts away some of the clothes, finds a doodad that needs to be put away, tells the kids to pick up their schtuff, puts away dishes, wipes a spot off the wall, smells food burning... It's a daily occurrence.


I'm a great cook when I just pay attention to what I'm doing. Let's be real, though. Do you know any woman who ONLY cooks when she's cooking? We're just wired to keep all the trains running at the same time.


We have my sister, her husband, and their three children here for tonight as house guests. I love spending time with them!


My sisters, and a few of my close friends, instantly put me in such a relaxed and happy mood that I burst into song. I can't help it. My kids hate it. I embarrass them, I suppose. Kris hasn't said anything, and I'm not going to ask. My sisters burst into song, too--just like a musical.


Speaking of musicals, we know all the same ones, so we just burst into those songs, harmonizing nicely or not, and sometimes dance about. It's great fun.


Have you ever just belted out at the top of your lungs, "The hills are alive with the sound of music"? Or how about, "The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind!"


Try it. You might just be the next opera star. Or maybe you'll run off everyone around you. Either way, it's great fun. (Said it twice.)