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 …
Everyone knows Sleeping Beauty has to be woken with a kiss, except Prince Charming. Every time the fairies watching over her try to tell him, he interrupts with his ideas of how to wake her. Eventually he gets the message, and his reaction is priceless: ?One hundred years of morning breath Wow! That could be the kiss of death!?
My take: This prince is a little slow when it comes to smooching. Fast forward 15 years. That’s not such a bad thing.
