I took piano lessons for years. Years and years and years. Of course I whined and complained about it, what piano-playin’ kid didn’t? But like all piano playin’ kids, I’m grateful that I suffered through years of practicing, lessons, and recitals, because ultimately, of course, it paid off. After all those years, I’m able to play “Angels We Have Heard on High” by heart. All 11 verses!
Aaaaaaand that’s it. No really, that’s the only song I know how to play.
Which is why Skinniest and Baby are yelling at me, because it’s June and I’m playing “Angels We Have Heard on High.” Look, I just want mom and dad to know that their hard-earned piano lesson money was well spent.
I’m only on the 7th verse, by the way, so suck it up.