Those nutty Bulgarians

I have what can only be called a full on phobia about singing in public. The only living beings on the face of the earth who have ever heard me sing are my children. They don’t mind that I can’t carry a tune or remember a string of words to a particular song. They love me because they know that if they don’t their chances for having fun lunch foods or clean underwear are nonexistent. So needless to say shows like American Idol and the like are completely foreign and stressful to me. Why do these souls do this to themselves? The ridicule. The competition. The judgment. Ouch. But I do have to hand it to the Bulgarians. What a free bunch. They just belt it out any ole way it seems to hang. Good for them.