mcouture

So, yesterday I'm practicing the piano when, in the next room, the spousal unit starts playing music on the computer. You know, "Spotify" or something. I complain, grumpily: "I'm trying to practice over here!"

She says, "Yeah, the other day I'm trying to watch TV and you're blowing that trumpet..."

"Trumpet?" I thinks to myself... "That's no trumpet. That's a freakin' saxomaphone. The same one I've been tooting for the last eight years!"