We have the best neighbors in the world.
They are giving us a free piano. A family heirloom. And they say we will be doing them a favor to take it off their hands!
As if that’s not enough, I made a deal with my Big Girl that if she keeps practicing her guitar this fall then she can take advantage of their other offer: a hand-me-down hot pink electric guitar. In my house, this is the equivalent of getting a pony. A dream come true for my child, who has planned her rock star career ever since seeing Jack Black on Yo Gabba Gabba at the ripe old age of three.
So naturally, since none of us can really play an instrument (yet) and since we get off more on the conceptual (rather than actual details and hard work) in my house, we got right to work planning the most important part of our impending family band: The Name.
Here are the finalists for our band name. Skills and practice be damned. Next we’ll design the t-shirts. Then maybe we’ll get around to making actual music. Try to guess which members of our household came up with which names:
The Golden Cookstons
The Surly Risers
Mommy Is So Crazy
The James Spaders
Bourbon with Silly Staws
The Tupperware with Nothing in it Except a Butterfly