I have a ukulele, it’s pretty much the second cutest thing in the whole entire world. First cutest thing in the whole entire world? Puppies (duh). It seriously is number 2 though, see?
Every time I start playing it or just see it a warm happiness washes over me, just because it’s so adorable and cute and that makes me happy.
But something I don’t understand about myself is why, oh why, do I decide to start jamming out on this little bundle of joy at 1:00 in the am? Yes I know, typically 1:00 am is early for me, but you see tomorrow I have work at 7:00 in the morning which means I have to wake up at 6:00 which means I have to be up in less than 5 hours. And still I decide to jam out on this cute little Hawaiian wooden baby.
Why? You ask. Why do you have sudden late night urges to do such things when you have to be up at the ass crack of dawn, Kelly?
Well reader(s), that is just a thing I don’t understand.
See you at a more reasonable hour, til then I will probably still be doing this: