I love kazoos. Next to the ukulele, they’re the single easiest instrument to play. There was even a brief moment there where I considered becoming a professional kazoo artist after being wowed by this gal’s skill.
Imagine my joy when I learned I could make customized BugginWord kazoos. Imagine Rocco’s horror when two ginormous boxes of those bad boys arrived in our wee apartment. Imagine my surprise that I still have a whole mess of them left over after that BlogHer conference. Imagine my Germans’ reluctance to join our family sing-a-long…until I handed them their very own kazoos.
Imagine how pissed they’ll all be when they find out I recorded their performances and posted them on YouTube. (You’ll want your volume way low for this. Mildred finds the audio quite upsetting.)
Do I have the cutest German’s in the world, or what?
I love spending time with non-native English speakers. Don’t get me wrong, my German’s speak better English than I do. But occasionally, they conjugate something a little differently or switch words about. And then they say the most beautifully profound things with a complete air of innocence.
We were strolling along the waterfront of Hoboken. Rocco and I were chatting with Gerd, while Mom and Dad had pulled ahead of the group. We paused when we noticed Ursula was missing. Gerd turned to watch her exit the ferry building down on the pier, a good twenty feet away. He smiled affectionately, rolled his eyes, and said, “She wants to be getting lost.”
I thought it was so beautiful I wrote it down the second we returned to the house. Well, first I made a frantic sprint for the bathroom as I was still not quite 100 percent recovered from colon Armageddon, but THEN I wrote it down.
Now it sits here on my desk, reminding me that I’d like to be getting lost, too. Though what that means to me seems to change capriciously. That’s the beauty of the statement. One moment I read it as setting off for a stroll in a part of town I don’t know. The next, I read it as losing myself in a book. Right now it sounds like I should blow town, take a road trip, disappear for a hot minute.
Maybe I’ll take myself to Virginia and hang with those adorable Germans for a few more days, see what other tiny nuggets of wisdom they can shower on me.
Odds are, the only part of me getting lost this week is my mind.
Speaking of brains (and the possible lack of them) swing over to Craftastrophe and check out the brain-eating monstrosity I found for you today. Though if that’s the route a zombie tries to take to a gal’s brain, he’s got some work ahead of him.
Oh! And if you’d like your very own Bugginword kazoo, I can hook you up. Just drop me an email with your mailing address, and I’ll plop one in the mail for you. Then you can all send me videos like this.
If you ask nice, I’ll give you one of the few that I haven’t licked yet. Probably.