Mood:
irritatedWell, only because I promised...and because I wouldn't want anyone to get in a hot bath and slash their wrists because they had to go tacheless for over a week. My conscience would never forgive me.
So here he is, the disgruntled-looking Tache o'the Week.
He looks rather representative of how I feel today.
No reason, just...blegh.
Perhaps, though, he had a reason.
Perhaps a burglar broke into his medicine cabinet and made off with his wax. Perhaps things were not going well down at the stock market. Or, perhaps he somehow knew that someday, many decades from that moment, his image would be appropriated by a strange girl and paraded around the ether for all to see. Perhaps, like me, he just needed some caffeine. Or...maybe, just maybe...he, too, never got any comments on his blog unless he groveled.
I bet that was the problem right there.
I feel his pain.
In other news, it seems that being surrounded by the dimunitive charm of so many ukuleles has rubbed off on me as well. I had one before (which I seldom touched) but recently got another, better one from Mr. Robertson. Karen has already been indoctrinated into the cult, as anyone who has seen her masterful strumming at our most recent shows can attest to, and it looks like I am next to be affected by the virus. Formal lessons start soon. They are just so darned irresistable! So portable. So cute. So easy-going. Though not exactly easy. I find the challenge of having to pretzel my fingers into crazy configurations and think about chords rather frustrating. It's enough sometimes to make me run for the familiar embrace of the cello...and a nice, melodic, chord-free classical piece. But, one must persevere to progress, no?
