La Alaskeña

Sometimes when I’m driving, I like to sing a capella. Well, I kind of have to, because my car radio is broken.

I get really into it, because you can’t half-ass Celine Dion. Unfortunately, doing justice to Celine Dion requires so much effort and concentration that little things like remembering where I’m driving fall to the wayside. I’ll be halfway to Canada before I remember that I only meant to make a coffee run.

My excuse today is that I was doing Celine Dion AND Barbra Streisand. My trip to Target was forgotten in favor of putting my heart and soul into this vocal masterwork, my favorite song in sixth grade:

When it gets to the key change, I do this:

It’s a reflex, developed over years of singing into a hairbrush in front of my bedroom mirror.

I should probably stop singing in my car.