Everybody's got something to sell.
Especially the damn girl scouts.
The “girl scout cookie” season just ended, and let me tell you how things stand at the Sullivan household.
Me: almost no interaction personally with girl scouts, but the sneaky little things set up shop in the subway, where I would have to pass them by. Despite my attempts at being “curmudgeonly” or at least “crusty,” how could I pass by without buying box? Trouble is, I pass by six days week…
The Missus: works at (gulp) a school. Exposure to girl scouts: very high. Obligation as staff: very high.
Child 1: Babysits. Except for two babies, every client is a girl scout. Turns out parents of girl scouts have certain expectations of babysitters…
Child 2: Is a boy, but is friends with dozens of girl scouts. Child 2 also has no understanding of money, but is very handy with the phrase “we haaave to keep our promise!” Child 2 has promised each of his friends that we'll buy two boxes.
END RESULT: I have not done an exact tally. But I have applied to the Guiness Book of World Records, “Most Cookies” Department. I'll let you know how it goes.
So, why aren't I selling you something?
Well, you know I will soon. Even if it's just some second-hand cookies.
But while the next ukulele product is being created for you, I still want you to stay in that ukulele state of mind.
So, two good freebies for you: Irish ukulele songs for St. Patrick's Day: download the sheet music here (bonus on this page, too: “Did Your Mother Come from Ireland”).
And, the ridiculous, “O'Brien is Tryin' to Learn to Talk Hawaiian” is right here.
I'll talk to you soon, mostly likely two-hundred pounds heavier…
your uke pal,