Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Ears to you Mrs Robinson
I know the madness that yer man Wincent must have suffered. At present Son number one is eviscerating the bowels of a cheap chinese fiddle, Son number three is practicing singing for his leaving cert musical exam. He selected the six songs for same on the eve of his exam i.e. yesterday. Daughter number one is practicing the piano and singing bloody "Run" for her junior cert exam on Friday in which I'm apparently backing her. Daughter number two practices the piano nicely for about three minutes, comes out and asks if that was twenty minutes, when disabused of that notion she stamps back in and beats the shite out of the poor piano for the remainder of her(and our)sentence. My wife is addicted to Elbow, whioh, though quite pleasant and soulful means I'm scared shitless every time I turn the key in the ignition of the car, in case my head is going to be lifted off by the same Elbow. Add to the mix a barking dog and a persistantly hungry cat, sure wouldn't anyone be into lopping a couple of ears off!
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Awesome post! You make it sound like you're the King family (old American TV music show where all the relatives--about 50 of them--played musical instruments). Despite your hilarious rundown of the pain, you must be extremely proud!
Feels more like the Adams family most of the time
Sounds idyllic! Right now I am trying not to listent to the incessant drone of the office bore as yet another monologue on an obscure topic is expounded. Give me screechy violins and battered pianos any day!
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