My musical genius is about three seconds away
from having the mandolin I bought him for a birthday, snatched off him and
broken across the back of his skull. Why did I buy it for him?
Oh wait, now he has put the mandolin down and
picked up a guitar… Now this is just so much better. When
I bought the mandolin, I was thinking “Heart” type tunes flowing out of
it. Not so. He hasn’t mastered it as yet.
The wall of guitars means (or should mean) that there is an expert in the house. Ahh not so. Although I like him strumming on a guitar...
He's not too bad on the guitar. He'd be a heap better if he had some lessons that sunk into his fat head! Maybe, when he retires, we'll be able to do stuff. Learn the guitar! Learn salsa dancing! Learn... anything.
Today is Sunday, last day off where we are supposed to enjoy! Relax! I’ll be happy if I don’t actually get dressed for the day and instead, just slink in and out of bed to read; so, there is no point in actually getting dressed.
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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!