My Fiance Plays the Harmonica

So Brandon has taken up the harmonica, and I have come to the conclusion that this would be a terrific new hobby for someone who does not have a roommate/ does not know anything about music. He mastered Mary Had a Little Lamb within 30 minutes, and has since been playing some delightful, Dylan-worthy tunes. 

Unfortunately, he thinks it is necessary to play the instrument with enough lung power to fill a blow-up mattress in one breath. In fact, a blow-up mattress might be good right about now, as I always feel as if I am on a charming little camping trip with a Tennessee woodsman.

Seriously though, the harmonica is kind of cool in that it is portable, easily repaired and incredibly inexpensive. It also apparently has very little effect on animals, if that is a requirement for your household. Baby Darwin the precious kitten has not responded at all to Brandon's incessant blowing, although he is easily perturbed by the sight and sound of anyone cooking. On a slightly unrelated note, he has scaled the Christmas Tree about 27 times already.

I really don't have much else to say about the harmonica. Hopefully within a few months Brandon will have transformed into a skinny old black man with a trendy hat playing harmonica with a blues band. Maybe.