Suck It!

I'm definitely feeling the pall of this job. Now - is it a phase? A conditional outlier? A harbinger?

Today the word that makes me giggle is "lumber". Say it. It's fun! Especially when you picture the meaning associated with a type of walking, instead of pieces of wood.

Lumber.
Lumberlumberlumber...dodeedo...

Rehearsal was good. Wish we had another week.

I cannot thank my lucky stars enough at how many parents have stepped up to help sew things! Oh my! The amount of fabric I have handed off! Of course, I need to keep my schedule loose enough to deal with any unexpected returns-unfinished-projects.
Corduroy is on sale and corduroy is a good fabric. I like corduroy.

Home later than intended, up later than intended reading. Sleepy. Feeling rather on top of things with the play right now. I've got things scheduled, I have a plan and timeframe to address and fix things, the set is progressing far more rapidly than our luck on that front would seem to allow. Lucentio gets better every night and it's clear that he really cares and wants to do a good job. He's just so reserved! I can't tell if Lois/Bianca is getting better or if I'm just getting used to her. Gonna fix the major choreographic mess points tomorrow, yep.

Today is cajones birthday. Tomorrow is his party. Saturday is the MISFITS Meeting and the St Paul Chamber Orchestra (and Annie's Parlor!). And shopping for fabric! And Sunday is sewingsewingsewing.

I need to get the Omegacon letter out. And the bills for my lawyers. I'll do that this afternoon. First, I will take a rather early lunch (for me), and go eat my sack-lunch in the breakroom while reading fantasy literature of no particular redeeming quality.

Oh! Note to self: start giving thought to the auditioning workshop...

I sent my older estranged brother a birthday card (his birthday was yesterday).
Yes, this would be the one that is currently in prison.
The father of the ultra-fantastic Brandon.

There's alot wrong with him, but he's not completely hopeless like my father is. Also, if he's a butthead to me it doesn't wind me up nearly as much as dealing with my father.

Ahhh...smell the family drama.

But still, I bet getting mail when you're in prison is always nice.

Speaking of mail, I got a letter from Hedgie!! And it had secret prizes in it!

(Please note how accurate my little sun-icon is. When I'm hungry, it knows that I probably want cookies.)

Hey spacebug: what was your piano tuner's name/number?

Also, after hearing about "Showtunes 1, Fundies 0", I have a new outlook on life.
When I encounter animosity...I will sing at it.

Now, do I start with a medley from "Oklahoma" or something more contemporary like "Les Mes"?
I could really rock their boat and sing selections from "Godspell"...