let me set the scene for you:
it was a chilly, but beautiful evening. date night. those are always lovely. husband and i had planned to go to southlake, where we would walk the square, take some photos, and enjoy a casual dinner together. probably get some dessert, too.
because it's the holiday season, the christmas station is on.
my favorite christmas song is playing. so i sing along.
husband said, "geez!! you sound like a dying yak!!"
well, i'd like to be upset about it, but i can't really argue with him. while i've never thought of a "dying yak" when i hear myself, i know it's definitely not a beautiful sound.