A few weeks ago, I found myself home alone and needing to relax. So, I had a glass of red wine. I still wasn't feeling very relax-y, so I drew myself a bath, put on music, and poured myself another glass of wine.
Feeling refreshed, I got out of the bath and started to blow-dry my hair.
Sara Bareilles came onto my iPod, so I started singing along. I had to sing loud, so that I could hear myself over the blowdryer.
Whilst singing loudly and blowdrying my hair (Naked, nevertheless), my fiance got home.
I didn't notice at first, and just sang louder.
He made fun of me, telling me that I looked ridiculous.
I never sang in the bathroom again.
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