Ukulele Jam

I don't want to embellish this with too many words -- I'd rather let it speak for itself. Always keep in mind that 99.2% of the emails I receive from my mom are not really emails -- they are simply forwards. You know what I'm sayin'....

Here's the caption that went with it.
"This is a picture of part of our Uke Group. We celebrated a 70th Birthday (one in the center in the birthday cake hat) and had a great time. Several regulars were not present because of previous commitments. It is a fun group." The additional line that came from the guy who forwarded it to my mom (YESSSS! a triple forward!) said, "This is a picture of last night's birthday ukulele jam!" This is a group she plays with nearly every Sunday night.

Mom is the one with the big nametag that says "Pat." Awesome. She also collects ukuleles (I believe the number is up to 47, all mounted on walls around their home), and plays the banjo and accordion.

I am not making this up. I grew up listening to my mom playing "Satin Doll" and "Ain't She Sweet."

Her accordion (which she has since gotten rid of -- no more room, with all those ukuleles....) used to have gray mother-of-pearl trim with "PATTY" in rhinestones.

Nuff said. I believe it explains a lot about me, don't you think?