Coming one step closer to my dream of being a back up singer for Rod Stewart, I shall be joining 6 friends on March 2nd and choralling for a piece in The Mines show at the Wealthy Theatre. Let me say what you’re thinking: rad. If you’ve not seen them yet…well, they’re fantastic…and real. Adam thinks Ethan sings like a “black Sting” even though he could pass for Opie without an id card. Troy’s bald and knows his litergy. Todd breaks drum pedals when he plays. And Greg…well, Greg’s just about the coolest dad around. You should come. The Theatre is gorgeous, and a little rock and roll never hurt anyone.
Many of you have been asking how Abe is sleeping these days, what with a newborn in the house and all that jazz. Well, he seems to be doing just fine, thank you. Mom, I have not allowed him to claim the pillow (you so lovingly made for us)…it just needs a washing and he was so cute I couldn’t be mad at him. He’s 100 pounds of love, that dog.
Shall we start off this week with a question? I’ll say what you’re thinking: Yay! This particular topic came up a k-nitting k-night last Wednesday…it’s fantastic. What name did you always wish you could have? You know, like in 5th grade when Who’s the Boss reigned and all the girls wanted to change their name to Sam (*ahem* Laura). Me personally, I always wanted to be an Emily. Emily-s were always so nice and cute and popular…and rich.