“I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.” - Stephen Wright

On Sunday night John and I were sleeping soundly in our bed… until I woke up to him breathing loud. As usual. This was louder than normal, however, and I told him to turn over. He woke up, looked at me, and said, “I was breathing loud, wasn’t I? Ohhhh… I was playing the harmonica.” And then he fell back asleep. I laughed about it all day yesterday. By myself. On public transportation.