That just made my whole day. I raced to get my teapot and 'blew off some steam'. Teapot blowing should be listed as medical therapy. You can't do it and not laugh.
Sooooo..... your hands are strapped into mind-controlling restraints, forcing you to play music? Sounds like something an evil king would use for punishment.
Holy cow! That is so cool! My husband wants me to build his coffin, but I don't think we have a good place to store one, and I don't think I could whip one together when grief-stricken. This is an excellent idea!
I'm with you, Non. My giant bottle of Suave lotion has been 'empty' for the past two weeks but I'm still using gobs from inside. (I cut it open a couple of days ago and thought I was being so clever. Turns out I'm late to the game.)