Bassicly Beautiful 

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My bass. MINE. Not one that I get a few nervous seconds to play, while always worried I’d break “his” instrument. Or be laughed at and belittled because I want to play, too. MINE. All for me, and now I can be the one looking askance if someone else touches my bass. 30 something years I’ve been wanting one of my own – and finally I do. 

Rock on, everyone. 

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  1. Nothing to beat your very own, whether it’s tools, instruments or vehicles.

    Because you know I’m all about that bass, no treble
    I’m all bout that bass ’bout that bass, no treble
    I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
    I’m all ’bout that bass, ’bout that bass, no treble
    Yeah it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size 2
    But I can shake it, shake it like I’m supposed to do…

    Even if you don’t like Meghan Trainor, it’s still a good song.

  2. I showed the pictures you sent to Ron before he went to work. He asked me to tell you what an adorable and huggable kitten you have. He also said to watch out, that one will take over an entire house when grown. Time will tell, right? Hugs

Thoughts? Gardening tips? Cocktail recipes? Don't just like and leave, please - I can talk for Ireland and would love to prove it!

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