I love people like this. People who clearly have a sense of humor. Because how hysterical is that - to start up a really horrible orchestra. Maybe I'll start one too. I could play the organ. You would not believe how bad I can be on it. Actually, if you're in my ward, you can. I did a real number on the songs yesterday. As usual, I blame the time change. My brain was thinking that it was 8am and when have I ever played at that time? Never. Anyway, wouldn't this be so much fun? I'm sure half of you took some form of music lessons in your childhood and have a dusty clarinet in your closet. If I were the conductor I would make us play songs by Queen.
On the cookie front (which I know you all were dying to know about) my mom, sainted woman, picked up a box of thin mints and a box of samoas for me when she saw them at Costco. Thanks, Mom! And it looks like the Samoa people (the cookies, not the islanders) have spoken. I'm going to write the Girl Scouts to let them know the results. I'm also going to let them know that I think they could do a better job at selling them because I couldn't possibly be the only person who doesn't know a girl scout and had to resort to driving through grocery store parking lots in the hopes of spotting one. (No luck. But I always heard rumors of them. Like a flock of Dodos.)