To the Boss:
Are you (feeling) okay? You sounded sad while singing! Aww! Chin-up, buckeroo!
Please don’t take things too personally because my online rants are for diffusing my frustrations. What I express in my blog is the harsh truth. If y’all can’t take it, too bad!
I’m sorry if I didn’t show up Friday night or Saturday evening. Please get used to it! I told y’all I’m just singing, only if I feel like it! Did y’all sound good without the likes of me?
Bahaha! I can take a hint: If your Mom and I didn’t receive an email for the line-up of music, then I won’t print-out anymore! Y’all can get confused and rely on those who got the emails!
We messed up! The old white sopranos were out of tune, our tempo was off beat, you sang solo where the guys did NOT sing, the cantor was out of breath, and the organist goofed a little.
OMG! It must have been Shrimpsei’s OtterBox inside my purse. The rechargeable battery was fully juiced-up. Maybe, that’s why I noticed how “relaxed” in the head we were this mid-morning.
Huh,
Flynn…
P.S. The brutal audience noticed we were not singing in unison. I bet they were laughing on their insides. Hee-hee! Haw-haw!
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