Sweet Uke of Mine

You: Hey, are you ever going to, you know, write stuff again?

Me:  Maybe?

You: Seriously?

Me: I’m sort of in the middle of throwing myself a pity party and I don’t like writing those posts any more than you like reading them.

You: So it’s just going to be these half-assed uke videos for the next bit?

Me: Seems like. But since you peeps seem to tolerate mediocrity when there’s a kid or cat involved, I’ll try and work those in, too.  Like today’s vid for example….

Have a fabu weekend filled with glitter encrusted wine goblets and peanut butter cups.  And ponies.  And yodeling midgets.  And miles and miles of sleep.


  1. Man. That was AMAZING.

    And that first year of mutterhood? Fiftythousandfuckingyearslong. I know you know this now, but WHO THE FUCK TELLS US THIS SHIT?!

    So … I know how you feel, I was there and it gets better. I’ma tell you that each and every time, until you tell me it doesn’t make you feel any better.

    And that percussion/BG singer? You can’t make that shit up. It was that good. (Also, your improv stuff made me jealous of your talent/abilities. Very jealous.)

    mwah! sending love your way.

  2. Your so-called “mediocrity” is more than I could ever hope to be able to do. And you have a good weekend too–including Thumper sunshine-farts.

  3. For me, it’s not that I can’t find the time to write, it’s that I can’t write about what I want to write about. Ok, so a pity party, too?

  4. Couldnt get the video to work on my phone last week – loved this.

    When words (and time) come along,there will be readers.

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