Did I get you with that title? Here's the thing, I feel guilty for ignoring Blogland and being wrapped up in the minutiae of life in general.
Mostly to do with work and my %&$) ankle.
No more cast, but I need the stinking crutches more than ever.
Sweet hubby tried to warn me, but I somehow thought, in my PollyAnna brain, that the cast would come off and away I would fly.
(By the way these photos have nothing whatsoever to do with this post. They are just some garden shots from last year. Gotta have pretty pictures.)
What does this have to do with guilty pleasures you may wonder?
Train of twisted thought, foot pain = no dancing = should be blogging=what to blog about= no dancing again=constant music tracks in my brain=most embarrassing song you love to sing out loud in the car with the speakers blaring=dancing again...
Are you lost yet?
Do tell, what is your favorite song that you are embarrassed to admit to?
The most melodramatic, corny, over the top one you can't help but belt out every time you hear it.
The playlist in my head is a long one but number one with a bullet is...drum roll please..
Careless Whispers by George Michael.
The fact that it builds to a crescendo fit for any any drama queen really caps it!
There, you heard it, my guilty secret.
Anyone for sharing?
BTW, at the risk of her wrath, my daughter sings along with me...in the car...windows up...no one looking...OK now I've spilled my guts and exposed my daughter's secret as well.
You gotta spill yours too!
"Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music."
Yours in guilty pleasure, P.