At first I thought: maybe it is a gift for someone.
Then . . . well, maybe she'll just play it in her van.
It was the worst of all possible scenarios: Leigh is playing Kenny G's Christmas in our kitchen--nonstop.
I fear that I will be listening to Silver Bells in Kenny's inimitable style for the next 8 weeks. Please warn all saxophone players to steer clear of me at the university . . . I can't be responsible for my actions.