Now that I have scared about five people, I can freely say that I have no intention of not blogging, it was a total joke. I have been running around getting school started, picking up my guitar from the shop (AGAIN!) and all that stuff.
I should be doing school right now, but I am only schooling the Oldest and the Girl minimally today because Eraser Eater is sick. Yesterday he really came down with it and said he was going to barf. Of course, this is not even a barfing sickness; he just gets headaches and barfs with them. It is entirely sad. So--he sat on the couch and waited for dinner, but fell asleep before it was ready. I had given him medicine so I suppose it kicked in. Poor kid.
Yesterday a guy (an employee) tried to "pick me up" at Guitar Center by telling me that he was getting a tattoo of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe on his back. I think he was trying to convince me that he was into literature and he was a romantic, like Poe. I had the Girl with me but he didn't care---he stuck to me and the guitar repairman like a leech. I was trying to tell him that perhaps he would regret his decision to ink his body with a poem as I thoroughly imagined his body, cold, dead and in a coffin with "A Dream Within a Dream" drilled on his back. It was an ugly sight.
I always have this plight when going there. I get rosy cheeked and embarrassed because I know that I am going to be unashamedly hit on. Those musicians tell you like they see it---I am serious. I think a good security would be to have kids with me, but it really doesn't matter. I thought that when I turned thirty perhaps the number itself would be plastered to my forehead from now on, but no one has any idea.
So---if you are a lady and want to feel young, walk into a Guitar shop with your guitar, and they crawl all over you for some reason.