Aquajock
Cathlete
In about 15 minutes, DH and I are going to be leaving to go to a production of that uber-Broadway classic "Oklahoma!" . . . performed by a local middle school class and starring the 13-year-daughter of some friends of ours.
Think of it: The Bald One, after three particularly brutal weeks at work, sitting for a very . . . long . . . time . . . watching a gaggle of oily, squeaky, shapeless first-teens mangle marginal songs and an even more questionable libretto.
Come to think of it, don't wish me luck - pray for me. Break out the beads, hit your knees and pray that the A-Jock makes it out alive.
See, this is karma for all the piano recitals my parents had to endure when I was a kid.
TIA -
A-Jock
Think of it: The Bald One, after three particularly brutal weeks at work, sitting for a very . . . long . . . time . . . watching a gaggle of oily, squeaky, shapeless first-teens mangle marginal songs and an even more questionable libretto.
Come to think of it, don't wish me luck - pray for me. Break out the beads, hit your knees and pray that the A-Jock makes it out alive.
See, this is karma for all the piano recitals my parents had to endure when I was a kid.
TIA -
A-Jock