I always thought nothing could possibly grate on my nerves more than listening to my children bicker.

But today there is a piano tuner here. He is ostensibly tuning my stepmom’s piano. What he is actually doing is hitting each key approximately eighty gazillion times as loudly as possible. Kill me, please.

Have I mentioned that Chickadee is going to start taking piano next month? With a keyboard, of course, as I haven’t the money or space for a real piano. Thank God. (Note to self: do not increase money or space.)