Seriously, I keep thinking that I will come up with a groovy title once I finish typing these, and I always just forget. Okay, so I posted a title first! Ha!
I'm going to try to get some writing done before I have to do a show tonight. I need to come up with dinner for the kids, too. You know, this is where I normally think, "I want a cheeseburger." But I really don't. My wife keeps bringing home these cheeseburgers that are as big as my head because she and all the little kids she works with think it's funny. Well when I fall over dead of a heart attack, we'll see who's laughing... or maybe that's the idea...
Passing that one... Tonight is another Nutcracker Murder Mystery where I play the dashing (drunk) and lovable (grumpy) Candy Cane Man from Russia... Best show ever as this character was the night that this hairdresser saloon team all booked, and they were in the one room by themselves. The older woman, the owner of the business I was told, thought I was the cutest thing in the whole world. She also had this low cut black sequined top that showed several inches of her more than plump cleavage. (Really, I was thinking to myself that if that was what I would have to look at when going for a hair cut, I would go more often.) She was taller than me, as most women are, and so she loved to give me great big hugs... I left with imprints of sequins on the sides of my face that night. Since then, I have vowed to love hairdressers!
Okay... time for lunch. Something healthy. Maybe some fried onion rings? I have sauce!
I'm going to try to get some writing done before I have to do a show tonight. I need to come up with dinner for the kids, too. You know, this is where I normally think, "I want a cheeseburger." But I really don't. My wife keeps bringing home these cheeseburgers that are as big as my head because she and all the little kids she works with think it's funny. Well when I fall over dead of a heart attack, we'll see who's laughing... or maybe that's the idea...
Passing that one... Tonight is another Nutcracker Murder Mystery where I play the dashing (drunk) and lovable (grumpy) Candy Cane Man from Russia... Best show ever as this character was the night that this hairdresser saloon team all booked, and they were in the one room by themselves. The older woman, the owner of the business I was told, thought I was the cutest thing in the whole world. She also had this low cut black sequined top that showed several inches of her more than plump cleavage. (Really, I was thinking to myself that if that was what I would have to look at when going for a hair cut, I would go more often.) She was taller than me, as most women are, and so she loved to give me great big hugs... I left with imprints of sequins on the sides of my face that night. Since then, I have vowed to love hairdressers!
Okay... time for lunch. Something healthy. Maybe some fried onion rings? I have sauce!
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