Rocco: Why are you on the floor again? You know you can't get up. Me: I have to paint under the window moulding. Rocco: The only person in this house that will ever see that unpainted patch of wall is Paul and he isn't going to care. (Oh hey -…
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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…
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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…