Yodeling: The Lost Art

He pretends he doesn't like it, but I know he does. What I like about it, is that it's something you can take with you anywhere! I especially like to do it in the car. I'm the traveling yodeler. My hubby especially loves it when we're trapped between two cars in a drive-through and I entertain him with my lovely yodeling repertoire.

I promised him that when he died, I would yodel at his funeral. I love him that much! He replied that his death would probably be from a tragic yodeling accident. The first symptom of that being bleeding ears! I know he didn't mean it. After all, do any of his friends have a wife who yodels for them? I think not!

I was so into my yodeling yesterday, I stood in my teenage daughters doorway and went into a yodeling aria that would put other yodelers to shame. Alas...young people just don't seem to appreciate culture anymore. She just turned off her music and stared at me. Finally she said I should go yodel for my hubby 'cause he appreciates it more than she does. So, I did. I could tell he was almost in tears from it.

No, I've never had yodeling lessons but I just try to copy what I hear. It's not as easy as it seems, so I will have to keep practicing. I will practice in the elevator as the acoustics are great in there.

My hubby says that not all wives yodel for their husbands. Well, statistics say that two out of three marriages are failing these days. Coincidence? I don't think so!