The Unicorn exists. 

8 done - 45 sec plank mid morning.

9 done - 60 seconds! In hotel room right before bed. I remembered! And didn't talk myself out of it!! Pat back.  My legs protested most durning, my gut nowprotests in the aftermath.  60 is hard, but still not as painful as day 2.

Car trips with my son always evoke interesting conversations, especially when my 5 year old shares his always interesting, usually unconventional opinions. He's been ill for the past few days, but today woke up chattering, as he normally does, which was all the proof I needed to verify that he felt much better.

We had a few errands to run today - bank, grocery store, parents' house - and I thought the fresh air would feel good. Even though the grey dawn arrived with  grainy tinkerbell-sized hail to slicken sidewalks and streets, by noon the slush piles outnumbered slidy spots.

My miniature orator had much to say today. This snippet is but one of his musings. *Recorded and transcribed by a Very Amused Mama.

Benjamin: "I think I'd like to be a scientist when I grow up. You know, a scientist who invents things. Like invisibility. I want to invent a way for everyone to turn invisible whenever they want. I think it would be really a cool thing if you could be invisible - or turn anything else invisible. And I could invent more light sabers, too. Because everyone needs a light saber, especially if they could turn invisible. Imagine a whole bunch of invisible people fighting with light sabers. But if I was a scientist, I wonder if I could still be a ninja? Sure. I could be a scientist ninja who invents things and gets to go around all invisible with a light saber and do spinjitsu. And then I could be like a crime-fighting ninja scientist who could turn good guys invisible so they could sneak up on bad guys and destroy them with their light sabers."

World problem #428 solved!

Had a terrific living-room reading of Wide Open Spaces (my thesis play) today. Now my head is hurting from all of the possible things which can be done with this play. My brain is just Really Full. 

It's a Really Good Thing to have friends who you can trust with "here is this thing I made that I'm not 100% sure how I feel about." 

"well, let's unpack it and give it a spin and see what happens. OH. There's your whisamaidit, and your doohicker. Hmm. Did you consider that the doohicker could be fragmented by that hawatchijig?"

"Um... no..."

"Because that's what's making your whoosis go all flickety."

"My whoosis goes flickety?"

"Yup."

"Damn, I thought so, but I didn't want to say anything."​

Right at the end of the discussion, I had a really clear image of a way that blocks can be moved around to make the play clearer and more streamlined, but it made sense RIGHT THEN and now it's getting slippery. so I'm going to go scribble on a legal pad for a bit. 

Feeling extremely grateful for such good, smart, supportive friends. 

Done, done (rest day) and done. Still planking on, up to 45 seconds.

Hi all!  

Just letting you know that I'm here, and all is well. I don't have much to report... everything is functioning as it has been. No new developments. If anything changes, I'll keep you posted. :)

xoxo!

We're playing in Wallingford (3 minutes from Media) at 8:00 next Saturday night. 

Last show sold out, so tickets in advance are recommended.

http://betterthanbacon.eventbrite.com/

Taught my first aquatics class at the Rocky Run YMCA.  8:00 Wed nights, if you are interested in attending.  It's action-movie themed, so we'll be preparing to act in jungle adventure, Rocky XII, James Bond, Splash 2, musicals, and the obligitory kiddie roles.

"OK, everybody grab the enemy frogman by the head & kick around in a circle to break the neck"

That's frogman with a speargun, of course.

I discovered this album by Katie Lee, it's called Songs of Couch and Consultation, and I am happy to inform you that this song is as good as its title.

The good news is that I got a freelance writing gig today, and I've been writing all day. It's a very boring product that I'm producing, but it feels good to be doing it. 

The bad news is that I have this horrible idea for an erotic vampire novel. I was thinking that I should write it, self-publish it on Amazon, and sell it for some ridiculously low price. Then I'll sell a zillion copies to people who don't know any better but at least they're reading (the Dogs Don't Know It's Not Bacon theory of publishing), and go to Vegas for the weekend where it's WARM and SUNNY, and I can drink 99-cent margaritas* outside. 

I thought, nah, I'm not a novelist, I have no prose writing skills. 

then I thought, what if the novel was entirely made up of e-mail messages? 

I'm trying to think of what my fake erotic vampire fiction novelist name should be. I think the imaginary chick who writes this novel is a Drunk J. Crew Model. 

Imma write a book

cause

books. 

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*don't worry, they water down the 99-cent margaritas unless you're actively gambling. 

In other news: The dogs are hating this weather. They're bored, but they can't be outside for more than maybe eight minutes because it's just too damn cold. I found some toys that you stuff treats into, on the theory that it's like a puzzle for them. I stuffed the little nozzles with food, smeared them with peanut butter, and figured that'd buy me about 20 minutes of peace and quiet. 

Bebe seems to have buried her toy somewhere in the house. Squeaky didn't seem interested at first. I tried to take a picture of her with it. When I approached her, she defended her prize, doing the "I'MA RIP YER THROAT OUT" growl. Notice that in this photo, she's trying to keep one eye on the toy and one on me.