Ukuleles, so many ukuleles

My sister woke up on my couch this morning, read some Sartre then made me scrambled eggs for breakfast partially because that's her one forte in the kitchen and partially because I haven't bought any groceries for forever and all I have is a dozen eggs, some frozen fish and some lentils.

We walked to her choir concert, which was good and then we ended up at a ukulele concert after that. My mom had bought tickets for the thing so that we could safely say that we had done it.

Now we've done it.

I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would, to be honest.