If You Have to Ask... Ask the Neighbors

If you have to ask, you can't afford it. So they say. Take, for example, opera tickets. Or voice lessons. Both very expensive habits. Addictions, really. So hopefully I'll sell a bunch more earrings in the coming weeks to help fund my musical education.

Made these tonight:



And the neighbors? Apparently, although I sing only inside my house, apparently they all agree that my singing has improved a great deal over the past several months. Like, they've talked about it. Amongst themselves. And then put a drink or two in any of them and they'll tell me all about it. And here I thought I was safe in my own home with the windows shut. Hm I wonder if I should shut the shades too...

Head Hurty

Just reread over my previous post. Remind me never again to post after a party where drinks were served out of test-tubes and glass flasks. I'm appalled at the writing, but it's there and I'm not in the mood to rewrite it. Well, maybe I will later. I might not be able to stop myself.

This party was across the street from my house. Some other neighbors were there. One asked if we could hear a neighbor playing piano sometimes. I said no because I'm always singing and she said, "Oh! Is that YOU? It's beautiful!" Ha! That's only because she hasn't heard a professional opera singer lately. I didn't say that, of course, I just said thank you. Heh heh.

Cat pic Friday was yesterday. At some point I will post new cat pictures.