Wow. In my mind I was really expecting something to go wrong with opening night. I was dreading forgetting some lines, freezing up, having stage fright – something. I kept thinking back to last night’s dress rehearsal where I sang the stars verse instead of the corn verse by mistake …
Good news on the kidney front. Looks like the shock treatment procedure was a success and my latest checkup this morning shows no stones on the xray. Guess this means I can start eating doritos again!
Turns out all that work we put in trying to come up with a boys name was for naught. Poor Gus. Turns out he’s going to be a girl. Second ultrasound pictures were textbook images of what the technician expects to see for a girl. Hmmm how does Gusette strike …
Lately Walter the Farting Dog has been great bedtime reading. How can you go wrong with a dog that has gas . . .
