Today while I was driving back from doing laundry at my parent's house, a song came on the radio and a childhood memory popped in my head. It made me laugh in my car by myself so I thought I'd tell everybody about it cause maybe it will make you laugh, too.

When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with Shania Twain. No, really, I loved her. I went back and forth with Amy Grant, Brian White, and Celine Dion, but Shania was definitely at the top of my favorite list. I used to make up 'dances' to all her songs in my mom's purple living room and then make everyone in my family come watch me and sometimes even the neighbors. I use the word 'dances' very lightly because most of the time I would just try to come up with hand motions to every.single.word. and then just watch my audience as they marveled about how smaaart I was and how I should be a famous choreographer.

(I don't think they really thought that but it just kinda adds to the story, dontcha think?)

Anyways, I loved Shania.

One day I was riding with my mom to pick up my brothers from one of their many soccer practices and I clearly remember 'Honey I'm Home' by Shania Twain playing on the radio. I was singing along to every word at the top of my lungs when we parked and my mom turned off the car. She came around to the side and slid open the mini-van door and I just kept singing as if she hadn't turned the music off. I was right at the part of the song where she's talking about opening the mail .. and at this point I can tell mom thinks I'm just the most adorable thing in the whole world and how smart I am to memorize all the lyrics and then I busted out real loud, 'cause it hurt like HELL!!!!!'

And right away I knew mom didn't think I was adorable or smart. I can still remember the way the gravel looked underneath my feet while Mom told me I should not say/was not allowed to say that. It was the gray rocks that left that white chalk all over your shoes.

And every time after that whenever I heard Shania Twain's 'Honey I'm Home' I zipped my lips at that part or said 'heck'.

(but I have OCD tendencies and I didn't like how heck didn't rhyme with 'mail'.)