In what was truly a Christmas miracle (or, at the very least, the fruition of a successful whisper campaign leading up to the 25th), I also got a didgeridoo for Christmas.
Yep, that low droning sound you hear is the sound of Samson and me on the stairs scaring the bejesus out of the cat. Good times.
Samson really seems to like his didge, although we've got to figure out a way to keep him from launching it when he's done playing. Beyond the sound of PVC on hardwood (which is way louder than any of his drums), I'm afraid one of us is going to lose some toes.
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