MR made it very clear that my singing was not up to par while listening to the Elmo song. Ssshhhing, shaking her finger, and shouting “no, no, no,” was all the hint I needed to keep my singing voice to myself. While my pride was hurt, I did come to the realization that my yearn to compete on American Idol was a bit of a stretch.
Alright. Enough is enough. Before you go on getting too excited, wondering if I can in fact carry a tune, let me stop you right there. I have never had the slightest desire to be on American Idol. No sir re bob, I’m holding out for my reality debut on next season’s Atlanta’s Housewives. Stay tuned…I have a feeling me and Nene are going to be as thick as thieves.
Maybe I can have a guest appearance. I’ll bring my little Nene and my weave.
MR has a LOT of hair. It is so pretty. Just like her.
You crack me up, NENE scares me!! I would love to watch you on it though:) my friends always used to say I would be a good candidate for ‘the real world’ is that a bad thing??
It is all my fault you can’t sing. I used to sing to you and Trent when you were babies. I think I might have thrown you permanently off key.