Long day involving many activities including one I've never done before which was fishing in the almost-pond in my backyard with the metal legs of the flamingos. Those flamingos. They get around, let me tell you.
Owen is so the boss of me. I think I'm just too old and tired to fight him. He tells me what to do and basically, I do it. I can just see someone asking me, "Why in the world did you let the child play with a knife?" and me saying, "Well, he wanted to. He said please, for god's sake."
Good thing Owen has a real mother who is only twenty-six. That's all I can say.
If he were my actual child, he'd still be nursing and in diapers when he was nineteen because I wouldn't have the strength to wean and potty-train him.
That would be so bad.
Anyway, he's home now with his young mama and I'm home alone. Mr. Moon may be stuck down in Ocala. I'm not sure. He asked if I wanted to drive down there and spend the night. At that point Owen had just left and I looked around at the chaos which was my house and said (whined), "I haven't even washed the breakfast dishes yet," which was the wrong answer. I should have just gotten in my car and driven down there and spent the night with him in a motel and it would have been an adventure AND fun but no, I'm old as Flo and all that pond fishing wore my old ass out.
Besides, Jan called and I got that part and I need to start memorizing. NOW!
What have I done? Oh Jesus. But I'm excited.
I should do like Colin used to do when he got a part- make a spread sheet with timelines and so forth to check off every day of lines memorized. Seriously. That's how he did it.
Alas, I have no idea how to make a spread sheet. I think Colin used spread sheets to tell him which pair of Levis to wear daily. It worked for him. He looked fabulous in those Levi's.
Well, Mr. Moon called. He'll be home around ten. I'll probably be in bed by then.
I'm going to heat up some soybeans and cook some broccoli and read this script and enjoy the peace and quiet. There's a whole world out there and I'm not involved in it and that's fine with me. From what I read on the internet, there's some crazy shit going on out there and the Muppets are Communists and Rick Santorum says that if gay marriage was legalized then "their sexual activity" would be seen as equal to heterosexual relationships.
Say what, Rick?
Have you tried gay sex? If not, then you shouldn't comment on the equality of gay versus straight sex.
I'll leave you with that one. It is obviously only my opinion and frankly, as I always say, I don't know shit.
The world is lucky that I am neither a mother at this age or a political candidate and one is about as likely to happen as the other.
Yours truly...Ms. Moon