I might be over-dosing on happy pills. I'm not sure, but I seem very happy for some reason. Don't get me wrong, I'm generally a pretty good natured person. The last couple of days, though, I've been bursting-into-song ecstatic! My husband keeps shaking his head as I go bouncing around the house in my unexplainable euphoria. If I were a musician, I'd be playing a song. Unfortunately, I lack the talent, the training, and the instrument. As a result, I resort to warbling my favorite tunes as I'm cooking, doing dishes, working on my laptop,, or riding in the car.
This has been difficult for Hubby. Some of you who've been with me for a while may recall that I'm not exactly Barbara Streisand. If you weren't aware of, or don't recall reading about my vocal limitations, you may want to go back here to refresh your memory. Hence poor Hubby walking around shaking his head. Actually, yesterday I nearly gave him a coronary when he was driving me to the UPS store to mail my package for the Christmas Ornament Swap, and I broke out with, "Whoa, whoa, whoa...." (I don't remember what song I was singing, but he thought I was telling him to stop and slammed on the brakes--frantically looking right and left to see the cause of my instruction--until I continued with the rest of the lyrics.)
It could be that I just got a little too much oxygen to the brain during our Silver Sneakers workout at the gym; the excitement of the upcoming holidays; the fact that I'm putting up a Christmas tree this year, after two years without one because I was working too many hours to deal with it; or maybe it's just the onset of senility! Whatever the case, I can't seem to contain myself: "Forget your troubles, come on, get happy. . . . . ."
Why look a gift horse in the mouth? It beats being in the doldrums; I'm just gonna' roll with it!