I love Patsy Cline, but I don’t think I can take much more of her music. Our next-door neighbor has a karaoke machine and she has been singing Patsy all morning…at full volume (I swear that thing has an 11).

If the fact that her voice just isn’t up to Patsy Cline material wasn’t enough, she’s Southeast Asian and can’t pronounce many of the words correctly. She even gets some of the words entirely wrong (that is, gets the lyrics wrong), which is even more painful. Top it off with her trying, desperately, to emulate Patsy’s famous warbling tones and, well, my ears are starting to bleed.

One more round of “I Fall to Pieces” or “Crazy” and I’m going to go postal.