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Friday, November 25, 2016

Might as Well

Saturday we needed to buy an organ. Obviously. I mean, when you're on your way home from hours out on the go, the obvious thing you must do is stop by the thrift store to bring home a broken organ so that your husband can "trick it out." And then spend 2 hours fixing it and learning how use effects pedals on it. That way he can make a fuzz pedal for a 1980s organ and make jokes about me playing his fuzzy old organ. Yup. Early this morning, he figured out how to play "Crocodile Rock" on the organ. But don't worry, he's trying to convince me of how much I want to play this delightful new addition to our home. He's also trying to convince me to get black light posters and have a Psychedelic Rock-Themed New Year's party. That I might get on board for. As I came around to the idea, I told him that I'd get on board with this organ business if he'll figure out a way for us to use it as a way to prank people which necessarily entails building a generator so we can play it on our friends' lawns. If you can't beat 'em, might as well join 'em. The kids love it.

"Jump" is coming from the basement. Might as well..