OK, C.J., It Wasn't a Harp
C.J., you finally break me down. I wanted to play the trumpet or trombone, but my orthodontist made me play a woodwind that did not require a mouthpiece on the teeth. So, I played the clarinet. It is not a matter of great pride, because my heart was not fully in it. At first, my playing sounded like a nauseated duck. I progressed to a somewhat healthier duck sound.
Happy now?
Can we talk theology again now? Sheesh.
