Whose Line Is It Anyway???

Well boys and girls, since we now have a home computer (albeit with some frustrating problems yet to debug), this time around I have parked it in the living room. Instead of upstairs dangerously close to the bedroom-- where I might find it too tempting when I can't sleep, or where we might regret the HearMe mic being so near the Sugar Dog Luhhhv Bed. 'Nuff said-- anyway-- what a boon this will be, I'm thinking, computer right at the autoharp table, by the big heavy metal amp, yeah!!!

So in case we ever get the bugs worked out, you know, we can do HearMe with both me and Hardi, and Artsy D Lemur too when she visits, and maybe our jam pals when they come over each month... Oh yeah, you will love them... me and Hardi are the NORMAL members...

Anyway! Hardi is over to my right in the recliner, the TV is on, it's muted (I forget why), and I am winding down my mudtime for the day, and out of the corner of my eye I see this loopy, slack-jawed, secret little smirk spreading into a full grin on tired old Hardi's Sunday face. (I have seen this grin on his dad's lookalike face watching Maidenform commercials. Gal's, I know you understand.) "What, honey?" I innocently ask. "You can turn up the sound you know...."

The TV is swiveled just out of my line of sight, even with eyes in the back of my head.... Hardi sez, "Well, it's an announcement from the University announcement screen, to come see the Wind Ensemble, and all I can think of is Vegemite!" We crack up.

Spaw, I used to think it was the music that made Mudcat the universal arena for world peace, so I geared up for HearMe. Now I realize, no, it's the condiments. So far yet to go.

~Susan