I've got absolutely no IDEA what that song means, but that is what I'm listening to right now. Nope, I'm not watching Andy Griffith reruns of the Darlin's...I'm listening to my sweet husband playing his banjo and singing, while my 14yo plays his guitar and the 11yo plays the mandolin. Their having a grand old time...

The 8yo is playing his Gameboy.... He's practiced his fiddle already today, so he's *done*.

And I'm playing the computer...no hidden musical talents here. It's been hard at times being married to a man whose whole family is musically inclined when the only thing I can pick is my nose (yep a disgusting family joke).

When we were first married every family get-together was a *hoedown* of sorts. It's not so much any more, because the family's have drifted apart just a bit...but we travel with our instruments nonetheless, and we will have a hoedown of our own.

Well, at least now they've switched to *Have You Nothing to Say for Jesus?*...much better than *Salty Dog*.