I was totally lost in the repetition of matching the paint roller's rhythmic thumps to James Brown's grunts as I applied a second coat of Sapphire Berry paint to the nursery walls. As I moved under the eave, I noticed a new sound. At first, I assumed it must be…
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…
Is It Still Monday?
If your Monday attention span is half as bad as mine is....did you say something? Huh. I could have sworn I heard did you happen to notice where I put my house keys? I wonder if Rocco remembered to forward the I haven't seen Lucy in at least two hours. …