Every family has there odd little thing, habir or trait and ours became embarassingly obvious during the New Years Eve that I spent with my parents and sister. We were mostly just sitting around and enjoying the company and relaxed mood. And watching Vh1/Vh1 Classic and singing along to all songs, good or bad, old and new. Unfortunately there’s really no logical reason why I can sing-along to “I’m a Believer” but I can. And there’s really no reason why I know the videos so well that it took me one second to recognize the video for Lionel Ritchie’s “Dancing on the Cieling” but I did. One of these days I’ll stuff something usefull into that part of my brain…
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