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 As for me, I don’t even know what my name is at the moment. But I think it’s Friday. So you people are probably expecting a uke video. But my throat feels like someone paved it with hot asphalt and then, having changed their mind, jack-hammered out said asphalt and then, having changed their mind again, [...]  Seriously. These just get more and more embarrassing. But you keep asking for them. So I keep posting them. And in 15 years, Paul is going to be less than pleased that his banana-coated mug was plastered on the internet.
Also? I love Deb. Because she sends me amazing things like this. And a little unicorn makes [...] My feet were on the floor before I could fully register the sound. The fuck? I was sure I’d heard a crash. The lamps on the bedside table had rattled, hadn’t they? My water glass scraped against the stone coaster, right? Could it have been another earthquake? Or was that just the most vivid dream ever? As [...] Note to self: If you pick a song with “ukulele” already in the title, naming your post gets much easier. I should probably clarify that I’m not in this video. Seems I’m not feeling super well. I think I have a bug. Or a ukulele. Or fourteen or so. Currently residing in my lower intestine. And for some [...] I padded down the carpeted steps, pausing on the landing to absorb the lavender light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling window. Turning to descend the last several steps, my grandfather’s milky eyes supervised the endeavor as he peered out from the family portrait at the bottom of the stairs. My attention moved to the small [...] Apparently it’s going to take me more than three months to not squirm at the “m word.” And no, I don’t mean moist. So. I’ve been a…*cough*…a mo…*swallow*…a moth…*cough, cough*…a mothe…*ahem*…a MOTHER (there I said it!) for three months. Three months. THREE. MONTHS. (Hey, Jenny Slater.) Also? Please don’t expect me to call Rocco “Dad.” “Dad” lives in [...] Brace yourself, Interwebz. I have to talk about my boobs again. For those of you desperately in need of a vagina fix (Heh. That was way more fun to type than I even imagined.), may I suggest checking out this link. (So incredibly not safe for work but still amusing.) Or this one. (Well I think it’s [...] Not that this song is for Danny. Well, not the Dan/Dannys I know anyway. I imagine Kenny Loggins wrote it for some Danny somewhere, but this uke is for Rocco. I guess I could have entitled it Rocco’s Uke, but then you’d expect a video of him playing and singing. Or maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d [...] I know. I don’t uke for nearly two months and I come back with a lulla-frickin-by?!? AND you don’t practice before recording the video? You know what? Baby. Baby that doesn’t like ukuleles. *sigh* Just look at the awesome new t-shirt instead. That’s the perfect distraction. And here’s a blast of holiday spirit for you. The good kind. Watch [...]  Here’s another one to file under the “Shit I Can’t Make Up” heading. Thank goodness I have such amazing friends who bring this sort of thing to my attention.
God bless the Interwebz, y’all. And God bless Madge. Because this is the sort of shit a gal just can’t find in Martha Stewart’s magazine. You [...] |
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