OK, I’m not sure how this happened, but my home has become a part-time karaoke bar.
OK, I do know how it happened, but I’m not telling.
OK, I’m telling.
You see, it all began with a karaoke machine. It was one of those portable units that needs to be hooked up to a TV or monitor. I bought it for my other half, Rebecca Ricks, for Christmas about a year and a half ago.
That’s how it starts: you think the karaoke is going to be limited to a whimsical pastime with your sweetie.