Last year, during Christmas Mass at our church, the soloist decided to sing Oh Holy Night.
You have to understand, the singers at our church would be kicked out of McDonald's if they were ever to join a chorus of Happy Birthday for some newly minted six-year-old. They are very well-intentioned women who can't sing their way out of a paper bag. You can only imagine what the soloist did with all the high notes of Oh Holy Night.
Being a grown woman, I maintained my composure very well. Until my evil husband turned to me and whispered, "Don't think about Cartman." I laughed. And laughed. Big shoulder-spasm silent laughing. Well, silent but for the wheezing sound I was making. I was sure the people in front of us were going to turn around and slap me. Thankfully, they had more self-restraint than I.
Last year, during Christmas Mass at our church, the soloist decided to sing Oh Holy Night.
You have to understand, the singers at our church would be kicked out of McDonald's if they were ever to join a chorus of Happy Birthday for some newly minted six-year-old. They are very well-intentioned women who can't sing their way out of a paper bag. You can only imagine what the soloist did with all the high notes of Oh Holy Night.
Being a grown woman, I maintained my composure very well. Until my evil husband turned to me and whispered, "Don't think about Cartman." I laughed. And laughed. Big shoulder-spasm silent laughing. Well, silent but for the wheezing sound I was making. I was sure the people in front of us were going to turn around and slap me. Thankfully, they had more self-restraint than I.