This post takes the place of another post, which I’ve been told is too personal and intrusive into my personal life.

Instead, I shall recall this conversation from last night, which is far more general and far less intrusive.

Bryan: I love you.
Me: I love you.
Bryan: I’m sorry I farted.
Me: Which time?
Bryan: Yes.

I have a moment, a rare moment, in which I thought I would write a post.

I have begun the training within my group to make them all think like Italians.  We had some birthdays fall over the weekend, so today, there are so many goodies around that I had to clear off THREE cabinets.  There is food everywhere.  It’s fabulous. (But I don’t want any of it, in truth.)

Okay, and my favorite part is this: there are goodies of all size, shape, and texture over there.. and some poor, wayward soul brought a big ole thing of fruit.  I heard the managers laughing about it, and the guy who brought it said, “It’s ornamental.”  AWESOME.

I’m totally breaking into it in a little bit, though.

I got felt up by a fox in rehearsal last night.  Bryan was snippy and I was cold.  I think we’re all a bit overwhelmed at this point.  If it were JUST a tech week, that would be one thing.  But we’re juggling so many things (cause we’re STUPID) that we’re getting tired and cranky.

But I have chicken rotel for lunch.

Bryan and I are going to take a nice, long break from serious theatre involvement for awhile.  We have exciting and new endeavors on the horizon that should happen in the real world.

It’s kinda cool that Pinocchio is a send-off of sorts.