So fsck you, bastard!
You try'n'a make us jealous?
'at's OK, I would too, and without mercy.
Not being the brains of the family is no embarrassement, 'cause, to be honest, brains is over-rated. It's how you relate to your significant other (and other others) that matters (at least to you (and I challenge you to find a measure that matters more)).
Supporting rolls? How about Lizette (alas, I was second choice to Tim, but that's another story (as is the adventures of Lizette's mother, Lilian, and Bob and Lou (and others)))? Some other time.
Lizette played recorder. You, know, those silly little wooden whistles some people imagine to have been important in early music (carefully ignoring the shawm an cornetto (because those are one and three orders of magnitude harder to play)).
Toot! tootely toooot toot.
Every early music (and some other music) graduate candidate pleaded for Lizette as accompanist for their disertation. So Lizette did a lot of supporting work.
Lizette, for whom a University invented a major in wooden whistle so they could graduate her.
Lizette, who could take a wooden whistle and make a first chair flute player sweat and doubt their career choice.
Lizette, the accompanist.
God, how I hate computers. How did I get tangled up in this technology crap. I need to get a life again, before it's too late.
