Anonymous Husband is a drummer without a band. He’s quite good, but doesn’t get to play nearly as often as he would like to. Anywho, he’s got his set in the basement, just sitting there, collecting dust, waiting for the once-yearly-if-not-less-often occasion that he gets to solo-jam.
While tinkering around downstairs assembling surprisingly miniature shelving units (AH), doing laundry (AH), running laps around the load bearing poles (me), Eirinn found his drum sticks and instinctually held them correctly and started to bang away on the snare. She was better than I am, but that’s not a hard feat.
