Giggin' again . . .

Saturday we performed at our annual Cotton Festival here in Hobgood. It was threatening to rain and finally about half way through the festivities it came down. The wind nearly tore the tent right off of us up there on stage. You shoulda folks scatter! The last song I sang I got the words all mixed up and add-libbed stuff off the top of my head. When I couldn't think of anything else to sing, I forged ahead with the harp, filling in where the lyrics were supposed to be . I thought it was terrible, but afterward, some guy walked over and said he really liked my "rendition" of Busted. He musta been drunk.