Home. Sort of.

If I ever win a Tony, I sure do hope it's a year when NPH is hosting.  I've already planned my acceptance.  First, I'll lick my award - Paula Deen style, y'all.  Then, I'll forgo a formal acceptance speech and dedicate my window of time to presenting a clear, concise…

Destination Happy Place (a.k.a. Justin Timberlake’s Lap)

I've officially achieved a whole new level of crabby. Rocco:  Good morning, beautiful. Me:  Fuck you. I can't decide if it's day seven of consecutive overcast skies, hormones, delayed moving dates, aching joints, tornadoes, an impending visit with Aloysius, the lack of floating people on Saturday, my failed hard drive,…