Sometimes I just have to toot my own horn, though really I don't mean to brag.
If you know me at all, you know it’s not really me. Usually.
But I don’t know how else it could be conveyed.
I need to world (and yes, I clearly have a small “world” as indicated by my readership, but I’m not letting it get me down; my faithful readers are enough for me. Plus, if my stats are accurate, I am once again quite popular in Russia, which means my world is bigger than one might have supposed.) to know that I may be doing something right with this homeschooling business.
Last week, we learned about and of course listened to the sultry sounds of Mr. Gene Autry (see, that’s funny for many reasons, because of all the things Gene Autry’s voice has been called, “sultry” is probably not one of them).
Today, the PBA yelped (yes, I labored and pondered and ruminated long and hard regarding which would be the best word choice for what they did; “yelped” was the hands-down winner.) and joined right in when "Deep in the Heart of Texas" came on the radio.
They even clapped at the appropriate times.
I have included it here simply for your listening pleasure; go ahead and clap along...you know you want to.