I just went to the wee sister's band concert. She won an award for "Best Flute Player Named Buttface" or "Best Buttface That Looks Like a Flute Player" or "Biggest Band Geek in the History of the Universe" or something like that. Awww shucks. She's a good kid, that one. The concert was alright, mostly for the fact that I was highly entertained by the antics of the cutest little kid ever sitting across the aisle from me- she had a pink and orange dress on and sandals with big flowers on top. She was dancing in the aisle and all I could think was, "Damn, I almost kind of want one of those and dammit I know exactly who I want one of those with and dammit wouldn't we have the most adorable children named Moses and wouldn't it be alright to name a girl Moses too and maybe we should have ten children named Moses because that would be pretty funny."

So yeah. I have not cried today because while I do appreciate jazz, I find it much more satisfying to interrupt rehearsals for Very Good Reasons, such as Not Making Mangofarmer Cry.

For the love of Bill Clinton and R2D2, where are my tweezers?

I really need sleep now, as I'm sure you probably ascertained by reading whatever it is I just wrote in this entry. I certainly don't remember.

Have a lovely evening everyone. :)

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