Disco Ted

Mom has been vegging out in bed all day. She's sad because Chan died. At least he went in his sleep. If you've gotta go, that's the way to go, I guess.

To cheer Mom up, she's had the radio on and has been singing along with her favorite songs (she's got an itchy trigger finger for that dial, though... she gets satellite radio and now she's all spoiled). I came up to her and let her sing to me. She doesn't have a great voice but she makes up for it in enthusiasm. Some of the songs were loud, and I decided that I just might not be a rocker (Mom seemed to like the stuff, but it mostly was just annoying noise to me). Not even "Cat Scratch Fever" (although that might have been because of Mom's weird sounds she'd make to the guitar riffs). My favorite song? *Hides Face in Shame* "Shadow Dancing" by Andy Gibb. I got the most mellow look on my face and just happily gazed up at Mom for that entire song. Mom noticed and started picking on me, asking if I was more of a Andy Gibb or Bee Gees fan and explaining the differences between the two. I got up and left. She can sing on her own if she's going to be snarky.

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