Monday, September 26, 2005
The Boy Stumbles Upon an Eternal Truth
I've wondered that myself, actually. I asked him where he heard that.
"Watching Oprah, with Mommy."
I observed that I had already held the beer and smokes for enough boys-of-limited-musical-talent, and that it would be a cold day in hell before I'd have that pluck-pluck-twang-sproing-plucking going on in our house. If they want to take lessons and then come home to play real things, that's another story.
I've alreday done my time in adolescent-girl purgatory.