So now the real thing

While the squids are upstairs tormenting each other, I am stealing a few minutes to check e-mails and blog. Snippets from my life:

Himself's show opened last night. Well done one and all. I laughed so much to warrant a scornful glare from the man two rows in front of me. Second act, he moved. Fine.

It is a relief to see a good show at the community theatre level. Or at any level. One would think that as adults, people would be able to take on a certain level of professionalism. I am amazed when that is not so. In spite of the trauma, Rough Crossing went quite smoothly.

The Girl gleaned a bikini and a pink chiffon skirt recently. She wears them every day. Yesterday, she showed me how she had to lean over and get her 3 year old chest into the bra part. "Just like Mama." I retold the story to DrooFi last night. They seemed aghast. Good.

I am still knitting Misterpher's scarf. Not a perfect waffle stitch, but it'll do. Misterpher saw that I added another skein to it. He wants me to use up the whole skein. It'll be a long one then.

Yesterday's student massage went surprisingly well. As much as this guy talks, he is getting good. (And of course, that "free" price can't be beat.) But yesterday as I was face-down, our conversation dwindled to nothing. I was pleased and he was able to leave me groggy enough to tell me to "lay there until you can intergrate it all together again" or something like that.

The truck's front passenger is fixed! Yahoo! No more grunting and gauging correct trajectory to close the damn thing. I still double check to see it's closed though. Habit. Hmmm, now that the door is fixed, I don't have to tell anyone how to deal with it. Does that remove it from the Heap Category?

Next car project - The Hand Mixer's winshield.

Been the useful housewife this week since Himself was in tech week all week. Used disposable plates, cups (as big as Misterpher's face - thank you gleaning!), cutlery. Actually baked bread and cookies and washed the equipment! Ooooh, AAaaaahhhhh! THEN! I gave the bread to a bake sale!

What has happened? I haven't bitched at Himself, demanding face time all week. Could it be - gasp, arg! - that I am behaving in a mature manner?!

Well, I did make him late for his call Opening Night.

All this for a series of uninterruped belly dance classes starting June. Oh yeah.