I would love to do a blog posting about the actual performance of Sleeping Beauty last Saturday but my husband is being a slug about downloading the video. He's been playing ukulele (or, as Sunny aptly calls it, "his ukulady.") for hours on end in the evening preparing for his upcoming week-long surf trip. He needs to have hours and hours of practiced uke songs for the hours at the campsite when they aren't surfing.
You, my blog-readers, and I are not the only people he shirks in favor of his surf trip prep (I know Pat, You must prepare for the preparation). It's true, he also has forgotten to order his Mom's birthday present. Now we must pay five million dollars in shipping to get it to her in time. I got my present from her for my birthday yesterday. My birthday is not until Friday. How much will we seem lacking if we now have her present delivered late?
Here are some other things he does instead of helping me with my blog or showing his Mom he cares about the day she was born.
I figure when the paper decides to lay off all the reporters and have outsourced reporters in Sri Lanka do the writing we can fall back on Pat's puppeteering talents. He could work the Farmer's Market circuit.
That other Scary Puppet Man at Farmer's Market has to be close to retiring. He's been scaring our county's children long enough. Oh yeah, and coming to my poetry reading and coming up afterward and criticizing my poems before the crowd is even done clapping for me. Bad Scary Puppet Man! Now when I see him at Starbutts or taking tickets and money at the parking garage I relive that bad poetry reading night.
And you know what? When he read his stuff for open mic after I was finished...his poems were abysmal and very very very very looooooooong. So, at least I got on stage and off quickly when I knew I was bombing.
p.s. Pat, darling, I love you. Please download Sunny's video real soon. The whole Internets wants to see our baby skunk.