Anyway.
Mark has tried many many times to get me to sing into the microphone and record songs with him. I feel stupid. So I usually mumble something about needing to switch the laundry and high-tail it outta there. Except for that one time around Christmas when he talked me into singing "Blue Christmas". Even then, I made him leave the room and go on the other side of the house so he couldn't hear me with his own ears. Maybe I should have had him drive around the block.
Megan does not feel this way.
She loves the limelight, baby.
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