By tomorrow, I have to write/prepare a 50 minute lesson for mission prep and I realized this morning that I have a finance test that I have to take. Surely you could guess that I have neither started the lesson outline nor cracked a book for studying. My studious nature ran away the moment I graduated High School.

I'm sitting at our ridiculously small dining table fooling around with my music. Rayray and I had just had a giggle about my aggressive appetite for junk food. The moment my mind knows it needs to study, it thinks it can avoid the chore by dreaming of pumpkin cookies, or better-than-sex cake, or some other devilish treat. Tricky huh?!

I skim over Whitney. Whit and I go way back. At the tender age of six, she capture a part of my heart that she still holds oh so tightly! I Will Always Love You- the best song in the entire world.

Whenever this song came on in the car, I would make my best friend's mom crank it up so I could sing. Kate tried to get a note in here or there, but for the most part, my seriously quick "shut it" yelps would do the trick. I could imagine myself on a grand stage, wearing a fat diamond necklace and shimmery evening gown belting out this song.

It was that bad.

Naturally, I couldn't pass my song without listening. click... a moment later, the exquisite voice of Mrs. Houston floods the kitchen.

My phone was the only potentially decent amp in sight. I grabbed it. I performed. Years of Whitney worshiping has left me with a mean lip syncing skill.

Somehow you can put on the best show in you for the imaginary audience, but the moment Rachel and her video camera sneak out of their hiding spot, you instantly become conscious of the fat zit on your chin, the crack in your voice, and the sloppy hair.

I can't believe she got that on film.