(Since I’ve posted so much depressing stuff lately, here’s a lighter post.)

I have a confession to make:

I sing while I’m driving.

(OK… it’s good to have that off my chest.)

Montana is a BIG state so even driving to go grocery shopping is a 25-30 minute drive.Â? As pretty as the state is, I’m in the northern part and it’s pretty empty up here so I have to have something to do while I drive.Â? I know that my parents would kill me if I talked on my cell phone while driving (not to mention I get really crappy coverage until I get to Shelby), I sing along with my CD player while I drive or I’ll sing praise songs if I’m by myself and I don’t have any tapes or CD’s.Â? (Our antenna is busted.)

So now you know… I’m one of those singing weirdoes.