El jefe likes to sing. I especially enjoy it when he sings to me, as he often does, but he sings whenever and wherever he feel like. Of course, he sings in the shower, but he may sing while he's helping me with kitchen work, or working out of doors, chopping firewood or that sort of thing. He sings while we're hiking or backpacking. Even when we go horseback riding. Anytime is time for a song.
He is a natural baritone and has a voice very much like that of Robert Goulet, but with a touch of Nelson Eddy, and he can very definitely belt it out to the balcony, as well as croon as if he were caressing the woman he loves -- which better be me or out comes the frying pan and the Benny Hill theme song! Well, okay, I gotta admit his dearest love is my mini me. He sings to her most sweetly.
Sometimes I play the piano while he sings. And sometimes I join in the singing, but I am no Julie Andrews or Jeanette MacDonald. I prefer the quieter songs, while he prefers to make the welkin ring.
You know, it's a funny thing, but whenever he sings to me, I get kind of excited, if you know what I mean. I don't know why that should be so. But maybe if it's not the reason, it's one of the main reasons humans began to sing -- to get the female's motor running. Birds do it to attract mates, why not us? After all, look at all the love songs there are. Why do people, almost always men, keep writing new ones? Well, it's been said that a woman attracts a man by how she looks, while a man attracts a woman by what he does. The easiest and quickest thing a man could do is sing a song, preferably one complimenting the looks of the woman he likes. In like Flynn!