Banjos

Big Frog had a rough day (and week, and month for that matter).  But there will be banjos tonight.  We're going to see Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder, which includes Mechanicsburg's own Russ Carson, at the Carolina Theatre in Greensboro.

After getting inordinately mad at the GPS, which I thought he had on because he likes using the voice command feature, but which in fact he was actually using, Big Frog apologized to it and told me, "For this we have grace, and for this we need Jesus.

"And there will be banjos tonight."

To which I replied, "Yes, and in heaven there is also a banjo-free zone."

Bluegrass

So the girls (Nilla & Mocha, our guinea pigs) have been eating timothy hay up to this point as their primary food.  But the newest box for them, I ordered something different.

me: So the girls have a new kind of hay: bluegrass.  It's longer, very supple...
Big Frog: I like bluegrass.
me: Yes, I figured that would endear the girls to you all the more.  But if you strap tiny banjos to them, you're dead.

Not the pastor

So, evidently my parents thought our banjo-pickin' chiropractor was our pastor & greeted him as such.

But he wouldn't take that honor from our pastor; we all know it's a lot of work to be a pastor.  So he corrected them that he was just Big Frog's friend.

They returned, "Big Frog's best friend."

To which he replied, "I wouldn't say best... greatest maybe."

I bet someone has that on a tee-shirt or a mug we could send him.