The Jet-Set Life

Another weekend has come and gone. I'd like to say that I wrote the next great American novel, or invented a car that ran on dirty dishes, or somehow made the planet a better place to be, but I didn't.

I had play practice on Friday night. A small community group near where I live is doing "State Fair" and I made it into characterland for that. (I consider the 'chorus' more like the 'character actors' of the play. We're not leads, but without us you're stuck watching classic Greek tragedies.) Anyway, for the one scene, I get to play drunk. --And here my mom thought that I was wasting my time going out to clubs when I was in my late teens/early 20's! No, not me! I was doing 'character research'.

I played sceming wenches in the last two community theater productions I was in. I won't go into how I researched those.....

Saturday was prom for us. This means that I spent the majority of Saturday afternoon playing beauty shop with my stepdaughter. We polished her nails with a nice golden-blush color (very demure!), evened out the self-tanner, and curled and pinned her hair up. Her dress was ivory with gold embroidery on the bodice, so she looked quite bridal. *eeeek* She and her boyfriend had a great time and she made it home by 4:30am on Sunday. (Until next year when she's a senior, she has a curfew. I know, I'm such a kill-joy.)

On Sunday, the hair came down and the nails were re-polished bright blue.

It's no fun being a lady all of the time.

And Sunday -Mother's Day- I went to church, then did dishes and a couple loads of laundry. Why? Because that's how I roll. ...wearing clean underwear...

And I called my mom to wish her Happy Mother's Day. She -of course- was out at the casino having a good old time with Dad.

Again, when the hell did I become the adult?!?