I have been watching the women's gymnastics team throw away a gold medal tonight, and I've been giggling all the while.
Wanna know why?
My husband is downstairs playing a harmonica. I've been making up reasons in my mind of why he's spent the last half hour playing random notes--I've deciphered no tunes. All I've come up with is that either he's writing a song for me or he's realized his life long dream to have his own show in Branson. Maybe he's even bought a harmonica for me on Ebay, and he's hoping I'll join him in his pursuit.
This cracks me up.
6 comments:
Deb! What a great blogspot! Count me in as a regular. I am starting my own place in this trend...do you think it will catch on? HA
haha. Or maybe he's trying to be like Bryan.
Or maybe he's trying to learn the Olympic theme song- so he can come upstairs and show you his own "Olympic talents"! HA HA :)
Hehe... that makes me chuckle. He would get bonus points for improvisation in my classroom. Here's hoping the rest of the gymnastics events go better!
Harmonicas are awesome.
Happy Anniversary! <3 (I even added a cheesy heart- just for you!)
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