And other than that it's payday.  A good thing.

My husband will be home all weekend.  His gig for this weekend fell through.  Which I sort of have mixed feelings over.  It means that he will be home all weekend, and it also means he'll be home all weekend.

Not that I mean that in a bad way.  I love it when he's home, but I also tend to get a lot more writing done when he's not.  That is when it's a gig I'm not going to.  Such as this one would have been.  Because I really need to get my CP's crit finished, and I'm sorry, but I can't critique those chapters with my husband standing over me saying certain words over and over and over. . .

So we'll have to find a happy compromise somewhere. Oh and did I mention that he ordered drumsticks. . .  Yep, after that long winded conversation we had several months ago about how you have to pick out each set individually to make sure you get the right feel and fit.  He ordered a case of 12.  Sight unseen.  I gave him heck over that, too.  He assures me that Vic Firth is worth the risk, because of all the other brands theirs is the best.  Tried and true I guess.

Oh, and he's also teaching me some *moves*.  He claims I'm a natural.  Except when I did that one thing and he said, "Drummer's don't do that."  Humph, this one does!

I TRIED TO PLAY DRUMS IN OUR CHURCH BAND. THEY BROKE UP FAIRLY QUICKLY AFTER THAT *G*

Your husband stories crack me up!

LOL Kat. I'm not sure I'd have the nerve to actually play in front of others.

Lynn, they crack you up because you know their all true. I just can't make this kind of stuff up where he's concerned. I still crack up everytime I see his face when I did that little hip swivel and he said "Drummer's don't do that."