Sunday, February 12, 2012
My kids kill me. This morning I actually opened the program that they'd written notes on and found plenty more. Also, the picture of Fabio, tarted up by May, most likely, to reflect the cross-dressing theme of the evening.
Here are more quotes:
"He's actually very good at physical comedy. The trying to sound naked killed me."
"Yeah. That was great."
"Lulabelle shops at Cross Dress 4 Less."
"I love that dress. I want it. The turban too. I would totally rock that shit."
"Like a slutty dolphin."
"Sometimes dolphins are not just slutty. they are stone cold bitches, too."
"Did you hear about the time in the 70's when Susan Sarandon and Tim Leary were swimming with 2 dolphins and Susan was petting the male and the female got jealous and bit her?"
"Well, I give it 2 thumbs up and a slutty dolphin fin."
"Me too. But I think the only way out is to kill Lulabelle."
The whole dolphin thing had segued from a line in the play about newts. "Frail as a kitten, pissed as a newt."
My kids seemed to have taken this concept and gone with it whole-heartedly.
"They get drunk and fall asleep in the kitchen sink. That would be so cute! I want a kitchen sink full of drunken newts!"
And so forth.
Anyway, it's Sunday. Not as cold as they said it would be. Beautiful. Gorgeous. I am going to make pancakes with tons of fruit in them. Blackberries, apples, bananas, blueberries. Etc. And bacon.
After that- who knows? I may sleep for the rest of the day. But I doubt it.
Did I tell you how beautiful Lily looked last night? She was wearing a peacock-colored dress that showed her beautiful belly and she was glowing.
Ah-lah. It's Sunday.
Good morning. Good morning.
I feel frail as a kitten. Who knows? I may get pissed as a newt. And slutty as a dolphin. Whatever, I'm going to enjoy it all.