the tale of the missing saxophone

I just spilled pop in my hair. *giggles* I was drinking Dr. Pepper (to cure this caffiene withdrawal headache I was having), and I spilled a little as I was tipping it over into my mouth (there were only a few drops left). Well, I was about to be really mad at myself, because I hate getting pop on my clothes. But I realized my shirt was still dry?? And I then I figured it out… my curls were retaining pop. *giggles again* So I, uh, tried to soak it up with a napkin, but I think it’s still in my hair. *shrugs shoulders*

Today was the last day of band for the school year. They instructed us to clean out our lockers and to remove all locks from them. Well, I didn’t want my sax being stolen while it was unlocked until the end of the day, so Dad (Mr. V) said I could put it in the music office. I did. When I came after school to pick it up, it was gone. Missing. Nowhere. I flipped out (naturally), and ran to Mom (Mr. H) telling him my sax wasn’t in the office… he told me something might have been moved, but to check all the practice rooms and whatnot. I searched EVERYWHERE… no sax. I was FREAKING. I just kept thinking… Dad’s (my real one, that is) going to kill me… I should’ve just kept it in the locker with a lock anyway… All these thoughts just kept running through my head as I ran down all the hallways searching.

And then my father (Mr. V) walked in. With my saxophone under his arm. I literally cried. WHAT IN THE WORLD was he doing with my sax? Without my permission??? I guess he took it to the elementary schools… and showed it to his kids??? And they went “oooh” (because it’s silver). Well, that’s just fine and dandy, but it’s my PERSONAL instrument, I was expecting it to be in the office after school, and he never ever even asked me if he could take it. What if something had happened to it? He SO would’ve been responsible. *shudders* At any rate, that was my sax’s adventure for the day. *I am so mad at him for that*

Well, I have no doubts that I’ll write more later, but for right now,

I’m being

~swept away in Dr. Pepper~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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June 1, 2001

I do that all the time…but only with water and it usually just gets on my shirt, not my hair. I wish I could have lost my clarinet last year…no such luck.

I would DIEEE if I “lost” my sax! I’m sorry! YOu must have been about to kill yourself!

that kinda sucks that your sax got to have an adventure, and you had to worry…hey! that’s what it must be like to be a parent! Oh dear…