You know how it is—you get so used to something that you never look at it. We have a huge collection of those poetry magnets on the refrigerator; I never got around to playing with them, and eventually they became invisible. Then one day I noticed this:

I started looking around:

And then this:

And this:

I knew Elise did the top row below a while back, but what about all this other stuff?

Or this? While there’s rarely even a beer at any of these sessions, I guess musicians try to keep up appearances:

And then there’s my favorite:

Finally, Mikey had to get into the act. He’s had this thing lately of stretching way, way up on the refrigerator, catching a word in his claws and then batting it around the kitchen like a little maniac. I would find them on the floor and put them back up out of reach, only to find he too was composing:

However, after I did that, he also brought down “too” and “elaborate.” He’s a perfectionist, always trying to cut his verbiage down to the bare essence, I guess.

Okay, I guess my office doesn’t really look all that normal. But the rest of the house does!