Day off!

And never before has a day off been more earned. Why, you ask? It wasn't enough to have a week of rehearsal, I decided to MOVE last night. That's right. Move. Furniture. For those that know and have seen me, mine is not exactly a furniture moving body. According to the sassy lassies in our PT department, I need to "work" on my upper body. That was their politically correct way of saying, "You're a wuss with no guns." And if they said that to me, I wouldn't disagree - my ego wouldn't be shattered. They would be speaking the truth. So after a long day of stilts and singing, I decided to tack on a five hour move.

It's amazing how sentimentality goes out the window when you move. Things that you once thought you couldn't live without, items that had some precious memory of some show you did in third grade attached to them, end up getting tossed in zero hour because you just can't bring yourself to lift one more thing and put it into a truck. At 1AM, I'm surprised I didn't throw the fridge out. Oh yeah... did I mention this move started at 11PM?

But enough of the rant. It's my day off. I'll talk dog tomorrow night. Time to sit on my keister and watch HGTV all day.