I sit at the computer trying to craft words into something greater than the sum of their parts. My ten-year old has decided to practice Ode to Joy on her recorder. Have you any idea how difficult it is to string together sentences while listening recorder song-stylings? Let me tell you - it ain't easy.
Dorothy Parker might ask, "What fresh hell is this?"
A hell inflicted upon my house by an evil music teacher. On the bright side, at least she's not playing the drums.
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