Tory is stroking my head. That makes me feel good. She needs to not stop. Mmm . . . *is stroked.*
I feel better now. Tiffany can now both come to my concert and the dunes. Yea for compromise! It is the key to enlightenment, after all.
Tory says she wants you all to know she is intelligent and beautiful, just in case you didn't know.
She is also a radiant beauty and radiates goodness and love and happiness.
If you rub her belly, you get good luck.
Like Buddha.
She knows what the sound of one hand clapping is.
She can also Recite.
Jamie only got to watch about 5 minutes of Hello Dolly when I brought it over to watch. She missed the ridiculous polka.
I did, as expected, completely snap on a kid. He came into Improv buzzing that buzzer and NOT STOPPING. So I went, quite quietly, "Please stop." He didn't. So then I went, "Hey, stop!" He didn't. So then I sat up and went,
So that my voice rasped and I almost tore my vocal cords out, almost like that pug dog Tory and Alex used to like. "Stop it, stop it now, little boy, or I swear I will kill you, I am not in the mood, I have gone for 48 hours without sleep." I went cross-eyed and starting foaming at the mouth, rather like Nichole during our Romeo and Juliet movie when we played "Spring" by Vivaldi for too long.
Anyway, today ended up better rather than worse . . . or at least I'll choose to think that. It's easier, at least, when Tory the Muffin God is giving me a back rub ^_^
Here's to a good night's sleep!
I feel better now. Tiffany can now both come to my concert and the dunes. Yea for compromise! It is the key to enlightenment, after all.
Tory says she wants you all to know she is intelligent and beautiful, just in case you didn't know.
She is also a radiant beauty and radiates goodness and love and happiness.
If you rub her belly, you get good luck.
Like Buddha.
She knows what the sound of one hand clapping is.
She can also Recite.
Jamie only got to watch about 5 minutes of Hello Dolly when I brought it over to watch. She missed the ridiculous polka.
I did, as expected, completely snap on a kid. He came into Improv buzzing that buzzer and NOT STOPPING. So I went, quite quietly, "Please stop." He didn't. So then I went, "Hey, stop!" He didn't. So then I sat up and went,
"HEY!!!"
So that my voice rasped and I almost tore my vocal cords out, almost like that pug dog Tory and Alex used to like. "Stop it, stop it now, little boy, or I swear I will kill you, I am not in the mood, I have gone for 48 hours without sleep." I went cross-eyed and starting foaming at the mouth, rather like Nichole during our Romeo and Juliet movie when we played "Spring" by Vivaldi for too long.
Anyway, today ended up better rather than worse . . . or at least I'll choose to think that. It's easier, at least, when Tory the Muffin God is giving me a back rub ^_^
Here's to a good night's sleep!