Stop laughing, Rowen.
Aunt Leanne’s jokes are a lot funnier when they’re not aimed at me.
I should say that Rowen’s still laughing; since she thought
the jokes were just as funny this afternoon when Aunt Leanne was teasing me
while we were on our trail ride. There
wasn’t anything I could say to slow Aunt Leanne down; and I’m seriously wishing
that I’d picked a different instrument – or that Michael had. Since Rowen thinks I should; here are some of
her favorite jokes from today.
What’s the difference between a sax player and a mosquito?
The mosquito
will stop sucking if you smack it on the forehead.
Why did Adolphe Sax invent the saxophone?
Because he
hated mankind; but couldn’t invent the atomic
bomb.
What’s the difference between a saxophone and a lawnmower?
Vibrato.
What’s the difference between a vacuum cleaner and a
saxophone?
You need to
plug the vacuum in first before it sucks.
And Dad’s favorite:
What do a lawsuit and a saxophone have in common?
Everyone’s
happy when the case is closed.
I’ll skip writing about any of the jokes or comments
relating to sax, saxy, and the rest; but I’m sure you can guess most of them
without my help. Rowen can get away with
laughing at me about this because there just aren’t that many jokes about
flutes.
There isn’t really much news from around town. Yard cleanup included the usual weekly work;
the trail ride was great even with Aunt Leanne’s matchmaking-related humor; and
we had dinner together before Uncle Adam and Aunt Leanne headed home for a date
night in. Rowen and I had Ethan and
Ehlana with us in the lounge for another short music practice and our first
movie while Mom and Dad did some work in the office. We did the bedtime snack with them after
that, and helped to get the twins tucked in for the night before returning to
the lounge again. We’ve just finished
our second movie, and have been surfing the net and chatting
telepathically. We’re going to start a
third movie, but it’s time to take a little break; and we’re going to grab
pillows and blankets in case we fall asleep on the sofa.
It’s not goodnight time for me quite yet, but then George
and Gracie didn’t likely hop into bed right after their shows either, so...
...say ‘goodnight, Cassie’.
“Goodnight, Cassie.”
