And so it goes . . .

After months of utter nothingness, I am finally posting on my once-naked blog. Not that I mind nakedness . . . but that's another subject entirely.


As for non-naked happenings, Michael has decided he wants to play the guitar. Super. I am already subjected to his Mike-mixes on a consistent basis, I can only imagine the added "benefit" of a musical instrument.

M: I want to play the guitar.

J: What?

M: The guitar.

J: The guitar?

M: Yes.

J: Why?

M: Because it's awesome.

J: Seriously?

M: YES

J: No

M: Why not?

J: I can see it now: you'll follow me around the house serenading me - ALL THE TIME.

M: Wouldn't it be so cool?

J: No

M: I need a strap though

J: No.

M: I'd be like a musical nomad.

J: No

2 weeks later......

M: Babe, why haven't you bought me a guitar?

J: Actually, I looked online. They're like $200.00

M: For an acoustic?

J: Yep

M: I'll just have to get one from a pawn shop...

J: You know, it's really difficult to play the guitar.

M: Really?

J: Yes. I tried to learn once. I wasn't coordinated enough.

M: It's going to be so awesome.

J: *sigh*


Absolutely not. I'm putting my foot down. No guitar. Right. I bought the damn thing on ebay as a Valentine's Day gift. Perhaps I'm masochistic, or just simply insane . . .