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mabjustmabyesterday I dropped off my mom's old Kamaka at a shop that specializes in ukes to get an estimate for repairs. last time I saw the old thing, I was a different uke player. now, I see it with different eyes, and I think it might be so far gone that it might cost more to fix it than what it is worth.
and then I saw a banjolele on the wall for about what I had budgeted for repairs....
*starts to shake* *starts to sweat*
my friend says: I can see where this is going. did you get the banjolele?
no. I was strong.
friend: mazel tov
well, to say I was strong is a bit missleading. I didn't have the money on me.
and then I saw a banjolele on the wall for about what I had budgeted for repairs....
*starts to shake* *starts to sweat*
my friend says: I can see where this is going. did you get the banjolele?
no. I was strong.
friend: mazel tov
well, to say I was strong is a bit missleading. I didn't have the money on me.
