“She’s in her cups.”
That phrase has a totally different meaning today. I’ve been hypnotized by this catchy little tune. Only 77 seconds long and you can DIY. No fancy equipment needed. Have a listen:
Well, some people can. I mean cup. Like this 7 year old, who I bet has a “Tiger Mom.” Or will be one herself in another 30 years.
My biggest regret is that I’m no longer required to attend weekly Management Meetings, where I could showcase my new skills.
Well, that and the fact that my kids won’t run away and join the circus. They’re more likely to sign up with an auditing firm.
You’d have thought I’d asked them to swallow flaming swords or to hold still while I threw knives at an apple on their head (blindfolded at night) the way they acted when I brought out the cups.
Last night we attempted to balance the kids’ cultural education by attending the NSU performance of West Side Story. I don’t like sad endings, so we left at halftime and got home just in time to watch the end of the Gonzaga basketball game.
What a Shocker.
The #1 Bulldogs were downed by the fighting wheat shocks of Wichita State?
Which reminded us to buy tickets for that Broadway musical set in Kansas– Wicked. It’s coming to New Orleans and Houston this summer and I can’t wait to see it again.
Some things are worth doing twice.