I was harmonica shopping this morning, so I can beat the pants off of Tristen, and the following conversation took place:
L(indsey) — I just want a simple and cheap harmonica. All I have to do is whip Tristen on one song, and I will be good.
M(icah) — You know what one you should buy….the one at the bookstore. It’s by ….oh what’s the name…. oh…it’s by Klutz. K-L-U-T-Z. (Then making a face like, “what…they are the end all in beginning harmonica wannabes.”)
L — (laughing) Yeah, I know Klutz. The same people who make books about learning to make friendship bracelets.
M — Yeah……That’s how I learned.
I guess that when I signed up for marriage to the shmickster….I didn’t even know everything I was getting. Did you know that my husband is a harmonica player…. because I didn’t! Amazing that after 4 years of marriage and 10 years of dating before that, I never knew! What a treat. Now I can have private lessons to undoubtedly beat Tristen!
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