Sunday night, here I am catching up on e-mails and working on the blog, while iTunes is playing my "1960's Girl Groups" playlist in the background.
I can hear my wife in the next room singing along.
I know the lyrics to most of the songs.
Sometimes I feel a little self-conscious singing along to girl group songs.
("I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still, Da do ron-ron-ron, da do run-ron")
But, most times, I do not.
("Do lang, do lang, do lang, he'e so fine.")