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[stillsostrange]

Our heroine is sitting by the computer, chatting and checking LJ. All seems normal.

OH hears a strange noise from the other room. A musical noise, not one she can readily identify.

Time passes.

The noise continues.

OH leaves the safety of the bedroom to investigate. The noise emanates from the kitchen.

OH enters the kitchen, to find her husband sitting on the floor playing a small accordian.

OH considers getting a monkey and sending them out to busk.

Comments

[cricketshay.livejournal.com]

*giggle* Thanks for that image.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

I will not ask why he had an accordian. I will not ask why he had an accordian. I will not ask--

Dude, why'd he have an accordian?

And yes, if he's going to play, send him out! Possibly not in front of your door, and carefully disguised.

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

I don't know where the accordian came from. Some things I don't need to know, even in marriage.