The Whistler's Dream

Everybody needs a dream...
Mine is to go to Oklahoma and play whistles for The Pioneer Woman. (Having been invited, not in a "creepy stalker" kind of way, for the record.) Heck, I'd play in a pup tent in the backyard for the joy of the cows and critters. What can I say? I'm a fan.
Everybody needs a dream...

Random Fluffy Foto!

Random Fluffy Foto!
Writing in bed, and Beka editing by ear. Really. The ear typed some letters. Really.

Saturday, June 07, 2014

Silly Saturday: A Beka Musical Moment

"Hit it, Music Boye..."

Calbert lays down a 70's folk kind of groove on the ol' tuba...

"Sunshine... On my shoulders... Makes me happy..."

"Sunshine... In my eyyyyyes... Makes me smile..."

"Sunshine... On my kibble... Looks SO lovely..."

"Sunshine... Almost always... makes me..."

TUBA SOLO!!!!!

**BLAAAAAT! OOMPH OOMPH OOOOOOMPH!!! BLAAAT HONK BLAAAAAT!**

**AHEM...**

Oopsie...

** Sound of Absofragginlutely Silence-O-Matic Tuba Mute being re-inserted**


"And THAT is why I work ALONE. And shred his undies."

Thanks for joining us for a poignant musical moment with Beka. Tune in next time to hear her say...

"Remember, next time - no matter HOW MANY doggie bacon strips
he offers you,  NO TUBA!!..."

"Hmmm..."

"Well... I mean, if it were like, I dunno, a LOT of doggie bacon strips... 

I guess... Maybe..."



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