I will be practically perfect.
Well, if the old adage still holds true.
I'm off to the Church Ladies' monthly prayer breakfast in a few minutes, then it's over to the church to Practice, Practice, Practice.
Tomorrow afternoon we're having our annual Family Advent Service, which means every family is supposed to come up with a number (song, poem, story, skit, magic trick... whatever).
The problem is, that many of us are becoming childless, or have uncooperative teenagers.
SO, we join forces. We band together. We storm the citadel... well, not quite, but there are a few non- family groups that practice up a vocal or instrumental song.
I've been singing, every year for a number of years, in the Advent Service with a group of Ladies. We have a lot of fun, and we almost all expect it every year. It's not so much will we sing this year as what will we sing.
That's the first practice.
In April I became one of the Graham girls and joined a woman and her two daughters to sing a couple of Sweet Adeline songs for a 90th birthday party. It was tremendous fun- and we totally kicked Sweet Adeline butt! They want to sing one of the songs tomorrow, and I'm glad. It will be really enjoyable again. I've always wanted to be a Sweet Adeline.
That's the second practice.
Randall and I are going to do a German Christmas carol. We haven't sung together for donkey's years.
(Does anyone know what, exactly are donkey's years? Maybe they're like dog years...)
We picked a song last night, and went over it a few times. We might be doing this one a cappella, which means
Practice number three.
I think it will be fun, and I'm glad I didn't go with my first instinct to sing a "blues" song I wrote awhile ago... I'm just hoping the tickling and thickness in my throat doesn't signify voice issues to come.
First, I must get ready to go for breakfast!