Because Sometimes The Radio is Just Not Enough.

Hello again.

Miss me?

The past 4 days or so really have been "candid camera" kind of days. You know the type, where at any moment you expect someone to come up to you and say "smile you're on Candid Camera".

But nobody did.

I'll spare you all the boring minutia, but there is one story that I've been dying to tell you.

DYING.

Saturday the boys and I were out driving. I was stopped at a red light. It was quiet for longer than it takes for the boys to draw another breath, so naturally I figured something was wrong and looked in my rear-view mirror. They were just busy finger painting with their spit on my windows. Nothing unusual there. However, something else caught my eye and I looked a little more closely.

The guy in the car behind me was doing something a little strange. So, I looked again, and sure enough, my first guess was right. He was playing the harmonica.

UH HUH.

With both hands.

The light turned green and I made the left turn. So did the music man. Apparently he was at a really good part in his solo because he continued to play. With both hands. Who needs hand to turn your car when you have elbows?

I guess I should just be thankful it wasn't a tuba.