Friday, March 9, 2018

The Country Jazz Singer

Quiet evening, the Missus and I are sitting in our recliners.  For no particular reason, I start singing to her.
 Take the ribbon from your hair,
Shake it loose and let it fall. 
 and so on until I finally sing the tag lines,
I don't want to be alone
Help me make it through the night.
 Then she looks at me and says, "You have such a beautiful tonal quality to your voice.  But you can't carry a tune."
(Follows then the jazz-improv rationalization.  Which she has heard before.)







 


2 comments:

Vee said...

You married a diplomat.

vanilla said...

Vee, she is gentle with me-- mostly.