today i am going to pig out. last month i sweat so much in the heat here.. and playing with the kids all day... and rehearsing in the back of a warehouse, that i had to go buy new pants. i tried eating extra cookies. i tried just being bloaty. i still lost a pant size. good thing i found jeans on sale, because i HATE going in fitting rooms. all that florescent lighting is kind of creepy.
i think they're wearing me down. (the kids, not the jeans.) i accidentally slept ten hours last night and woke up fully clothed except for one missing sock. yesterday was audition day for their show. the kids and i joke that today "the crying can begin!" and they can drown their sorrows in pizza. my reputation for making little kids cry makes me laugh. they totally don't even take it seriously anymore. how did i become such a pushover?
what i'm wondering today:
does it count for plaid to be your favorite color?
4 comments:
Plaid does count since i consider polka dot and argyle colors too. I do have one question..."what is that on the floor? It's your cue! PICK IT UP!" (paraphrased)
Ah, but which plaid, g?
For the record, I don't think you're any more of a softie than you ever were. People just aren't as scared of you. Show 'em a little more bite behind that bark and you'll have them trembling in a corner in no time!
I blame Stewart for your missing sock. Devious little thing.
Why can't dressing rooms have soft, ambient light? WHY?
How about some Shawnee brownies instead of cookies? (wink, wink)
And just where did that sock go? Mine tend to depart for heaven every so often leaving its companion lonesome and forlorn until it too has ascended to a better place. Usually as a buff puppet for the motorcycle bath days.
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