Testing the Waters

I married a musician. When we were dating, he'd sing and play the guitar and write songs. It was hot. We got married and he began violin lessons...not hot, not hot at all.

A guy can sing or play the guitar, if he missed a note or two, it doesn't matter, ladies still want to tear their clothes off. But when someone misses a note on a violin, you want to tear your ears off...throw them in the air like skeet...and shoot them.

The traumatic words that still haunt me are, "I'm gonna go practice." Which clearly my only response to this is, "Oh, that works out perfect because I was just about to go in the kitchen and bang my head between two pots until the pain stops."

I can joke about this because now he's really good. He went from nails on a chalkboard to 'Devil Went Down to Georgia' in less than a year.

So, if you ever want to test a relationship, take it out for a spin, see how it handles the curves, give it some road miles, then just move in with someone and begin violin lessons. It's a foolproof test. Forget the Comso quizzes, or testing to see if he says bless you when you sneeze or remembers your birthday. If he is still around for your end of the year recital, it was meant to be. He's yours forever...or until someone gives you an oboe for Christmas.

Little Bunny Poo Poo

I'm in the process of setting up a production company. I showed our animated logo to my mom. The animated logo is of a hand pretending to be a snake, then the company name prints in ninja slashes.

Mom watched it and matter of factly said, "that's just weird." I explained that we were going for funny with edgy. She thinks about this for a second and says, "What if you had a rabbit, hopping through the snow, then stopping to take a crap. That's edgy." This is why I love my mom. Because she inadvertantly created Rabbit Shits Productions.

I guess the theme song could be...little bunny poo poo, I don't want to see you, hoppin' through the forrest and shitting in the snow...