I’m teaching myself to play the piano. Since the only person I’m trying to impress is myself, I’m doing great.
Last night, I told Bill that I could play the piano for an hour every day – easily. It’s fun.
He gave me a very sarcastic look and said, “So could I. But it’s not my job – either.”
I wonder if he’ll ever believe me again when I tell him that Petey wouldn’t let me put him down all day and that’s why dinner isn’t ready…