November 20th, 2006

king z

Pedilavium

Note: Z is my nearly-adult child, B is his (our) friend, and C is yours truly.

Just overheard from Z's room behind my office...

Z: Please excuse me, I must stop a moment to wash my feet.

Oooooookay, fine.

A few moments later...

B: I smell something really foul.
C: It's not his feet.
Z: Nope, it's not my feet.
B: What IS that?!
Z: I have NO idea.
B: Maybe it's my feet? Holy smokes. I think it IS my feet!
Z: You wanna wash your feet?
C: C'mon, Brit, all the cool kids are doing it.
B: Can I wash my feet?
Z: Sure!
Bath: *whooosh*
B: I can't believe I'm washing my feet!

I swear we don't drugs. Sometimes life would make more sense if we did.

I think I may go wash my feet now.
  • Current Music
    footwashings
rubbah and horns

transformation (no myth)

HOLY SCHAMOLEY-- I went to callbacks for Metamorphoses tonight and just got the call...

I GOT CAST!

There's a lot of talent in this town, and it's always hard to break into a new theatre group. But I got in!

I'm SO PSYCHED! I LOVE this play.

Traditional casting is five men and five women, but they've cast seven women and three men. It will be interesting to see how they split the many characters.

YAY!! :D

OK, off to watch Heroes. (YAY!)
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    elated