...as is a lot of stuff you hear around our place:
Just after midnight, Alex got up out of bed and headed for the bathroom, singing. In a loud, ridiculous falsetto voice. This in itself is not so unusual. But what he was belting out in the darkness of our nighttime home, out of the blue, was "There's Always Tomorrow". If you don't recognize the title right away, let me just tell you--it's a song sung by a coy little long-lashed doe named Clarice in the old Rankin & Bass Christmas special, "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
Yup. Big, barrel-chested, hairy guy crooning, a la castrati, "There's always tomorrow, for dreams to come truuuuuue...."
And what do I get when I question such oddness? "You married me."