In other news, Larry managed to fix our dryer (again), so we have averted any marriage-threatening appliance decisions, at least for the foreseeable future. Whew! And, yes, Larry's becoming downright handy in his middle age. That's what homeowning will do to you eventually, I guess.
|Who needs these when you have handknits?|
I didn't blog last week, because I was supposed to be doing our taxes. I didn't do those either, actually. I did get some knitting done, however, so while Anna might not be able to file a FAFSA, she'll have some wonderful fingerless mitts to wear while she begs for college money on the street.
Auditions! I auditioned for Listen To Your Mother yesterday. I ended up writing a whole new piece (all about vomit!), because I didn't want to look lazy; but, once I walked in there, it sounded as if they wanted to hear about the decapitated stuffed animal heads again. I ended up reading them both, so they could pick. I'm all about choice.
And NOW won't I feel silly if I am not selected? I had 2 TRIES this year. I will take that as a sign from above that I am not cut out for this sort of thing. Because I really doubt that Radio Lab or The Moth will ever sponsor a show about recalcitrant 4-year-olds and the hapless parents who raise them.