Last night, I hear a little harmonica playin’ coming from upstairs.
Me to one of my daughters who will remain nameless because of possible embarrassment: “Did I not tell you to go and take a bath?”
Nameless daughter: “I’m on the toilet.”
Me: “You’re playing the harmonica on the toilet?”
Nameless daughter: (Silence and no more harmonica playing)
So many jokes ran through my head at that moment …
“Now, that’s the blues … or should I say poops.”
“Now, that’s the blues … or should I say browns.”
“She’s really down in the dumps.”
“I think we busted her in a pinch.”
“Her playing stinks or is crappy.”
“She was squeezing out some tunes.”
That’s all I got. I’m sure, with the wit you have, you will come up with more.
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