So y’all have heard me mention my “rediscovery” of the things that used to be me.  The things that I had cast aside when I grew up, or got married, or had kids or whatever.  Well, guess who else did that?  That’s right people, the hubby.  If I think I’ve got it bad, he was a working musician playing out turned into an accountant.  Poor guy, the things we do for love, eh?

With all of my talk and writing about the things I blew off for what was “expected,” apparently we both got a bug in our butt because my creative partner has been drawing, and painting, and tonight… singing.  The first live performance in like 10 years, live in Algonquin……Mr. Frank!!

Coming to a Borders near you.  To Rock. The. Haus!!!  With groupies:

Alright, maybe not the guy with the Jazz book, OK?

It was so fun watching him do his thing though.  This was the first time the kids have ever seen him perform, aside from when he’s following me around the house with the guitar, singing all too loud until I unleash my wrath and threaten his guitar if he continues to climb up my ass.  Do you know how hard it is to get around someone carrying a guitar?  Seriously.  My hallway is not that wide, he traps me like a rat.

Oh, and notice the hat, with the awesome hat feather.  Uh huh, rocking it.