Out of Tune

I recently joined several musical organizations within the community, like the Hanover Concert Band and our church orchestra.

Saturday, the HCB had a performance at the War Memorial. My saxophone worked. Sunday, the church orchestra had practice. Not only could I not play notes in the middle register, I could not get in tune even if my life depended on it.

Those who know me well, my saxophone is one of my most prized possessions. If something is wrong with the notes in the middle register, there is a serious problem with the horn.

So, here I am, trying to figure out the problem by pressing keys and searching for loose screws (FREAKING OUT) when I decided to look inside the horn. I found wadded paper stuck in between the "B" and "A" key holes!

The paper was the size of an index card, advertising an HCB event in May. I have never seen it before, and everyone from the event (so far) has denied pulling a prank on me. Therefore, I blame the leperchans. Immigration has been a hot topic lately.

I swear...it could only happen to me.

A Close Trim

Today as I was getting "dolled up," I knew I needed to shape my eyebrows. I have a personal electric trimmer to help with such things.

I had a brilliant idea come to me. I was going to carefully trim the under part of my eyebrows instead of tweezing them. In my mind, it was a more effective and less painful option. Carefully, I began... On the way to my eyebrow, I ended up sawing off the ends of my eyelashes on my left eye!

Fortunately, no one can tell unless you get inches from my face. But I won't be wearing any mascara anytime soon.

I swear...it could only happen to me.

DNB Quote of the Day

The following statements are recorded accounts of quotes I said (many I had forgotten) around my friend Chris:

1) I shed like a dog; it's really gross.

2) You don't realize how blind you are until you are without your eyes.

3) I have the complexion of a Native American. (Meant bone-structure.)

I swear...it did happen to me.