THE SHAMAN of TLS who wrote to tell me that his daughter’s friend’s boyfriend is a midget wrestler.  And included pics.

THANK YOU, SHAMAN!

Your prize is in the mail.

There is nothing worse than talking to your best friend, knowing that she is thisclose to tears because of something that’s happened to her, and being millions of miles away, unable to do anything but try and talk her down.

I am so proud of her.

She’s saving the world, one lost child at a time.

Mmmm.  Happy sigh.

Just had a lovely, leisurely lunch with the most celebrated head WildeChick, Miss Stephanie.  We went to Clementine’s in the Garden and were the ladies who lunch.  So.. here’s to the ladies who lunch.

Came back to work to have a long and gorgeous voicemail of "You Are the Sunshine of My Life" (originally by Stevie Wonder) waiting for me.

I look hot(t) today.  This is Bryan’s favorite outfit.  He remembers every time I’ve worn it.

I wore this on our first official date.

The weather is gorgeous.  Perfect for a walk tonight.

Life is pretty damn spectacular today.

I miss Ra.

There are days when you just feel like everything falls into place.  Yesterday was one of them.

I really expected to be bummed out when I heard that I was knocked out of the running for casting, but I got over it miraculously quickly.  In fact, it really only took long enough for me to fire off an email to Bryan so he was also in the loop, and then I realized that I was given a great deal.  I could choose my own wardrobe.  I can choose my own songs.  Oh, yeah, and I don’t have to rehearse (or, in the least, it will be minimal). 

Last night was our first rehearsal for "A Christmas Light" on Renaissance’s main stage.  We have a pretty small cast, and I liked the LOW pressure aspect of it.  I told Bob about some conflicts I’d have and he told me he had no doubt I’d "deliver the goods on stage".  It was nice to receive that sort of confidence, considering Bob has never worked me before.  The show is cute and I’m being reunited with Huntsville’s only female Tiny Tim.. who is now eight feet tall. (Hyperbole.) We still need one little girl, but it just so happens I know a very talented 12 year old..

I’m feeling very Christmasy.  When I last checked in, my house was frozen solid.  When I went home after rehearsal, a beaming Bryan was perched on my couch.. in short sleeves.. basking in the heat.  He had done it.  My man done fixed the heat.  It was glorious.

It just feels like Christmas.  And I love Christmas with Bryan.  He’s as sappy and goofy and child-like as I am when it comes to the holiday.  We took a brisk walk last night, then came back and just laid in the artificial heat.  "I like to take care of you," he said, smiling.  Which is good, because although I will never admit it, I like to be taken care of.

My father is mourning today because the chef at the Leadership Center in St. Louis (where managers spend weeks training) passed away this morning.  I have yet to figure out if he’s missing the man or the food.

What women want to be involved with The Vagina Monologues?  I am ADing.

I really have very little to say this morning.  That happens when I’m happy.