Sunday, October 23, 2011

happiness is a warm gun . . . OR it's a UKULELE

I just love my uke.  I got it because after 2 years I finally realized I don't live with Lindsey anymore.  I have to make my own music.  Despite my lounge wear, a sickly voice (the worst part about being sick for me is not being able to sing-it has been four weeks . . . ), and nails not long enough to pluck very well, here is a little song for y'all.