Before y’all chime in to confirm my suspicion that I’m a dork, I want you to make sure you’re not a club member, too. Today during my morning drive the sunrise was so bright that it created a half rainbow in the clouds (no rain prior, which seemed odd). Anyway, as I flipped down the FM dial I happened upon John Denver, belting out Sunshine on my Shoulder. Now, I remember as a kid one of my aunts had a beat up cassette with this song. And honestly, I used to cringe when she’d turn it on (side note: it was always followed up by Anne Murray’s Snowbird). Here comes the dorky part — today I happily chirped along with John. As the song wound down, I glanced in the rearview mirror and discovered my younger son shaking his head in dismay. Then I heard his commentary: Really mom? Not cool. At all.
Can you say cruel flashback? Years ago I was the child with the smirk on my face, wondering if there was a clue gun around that I could give my aunt.
So are you in or out? Would you be caught singing John Denver with the windows rolled down?
Now I’m off to hide my Kindle. I downloaded a Jill Shalvis book last night. Sadly, I struck a deal with myself before I hit the buy button that I wouldn’t start reading it today until I reached my word count goal on my work-in-progress. Yes, yes… just another sign of my dorkiness!