What am I made of? I am about to find out. Starting this week I will begin a four-month stretch that will include me (1) teaching evening classes at two universities, (2) welcoming child number four, (3) acting and singing in a show that runs for six weeks, (4) working my regular job, and (5) nearly dying from sleep deprivation.
I believe that this next four months will prove beyond any reasonable doubt what, exactly, I am made of. "Gelatinous substance" is no longer specific enough. Am I part vinegar and part pee pee? Or am I a wussy-filled weenus? I will soon know for sure.
Maybe I'm sugar and spice. Of course, the spice in this diad is oregano, which makes an awful sweetener. Conversely, sugar is not good on a pizza.
Maybe I am made of rubber AND glue, both bouncing and sticking.
Maybe I am all tied up in buttons and bows, with no shortage of fastening possibilities.
Maybe I am all shook up. Oh, uh huh.
Maybe I am what I ate: Zucchini bread.
Maybe I am pretty and witty and gay. If I am pretty and witty, then gay is probably right.
Maybe I am Spartacus. See above (two gay jokes? That's interesting).
Maybe I am glad to do whatever it takes to provide for my family.
2 comments:
It's amazing how much you store in that brain of yours.
I just found your blog off another blog...I won't mention who's blog, (you know, to protect the innocent) but I will say that the papers...of..Jo..sent me here...wink...wink...wick..I mean wink...
Anyway, I will now be reading your blog. :-)
So what is this show you're in?? We are show going folk and would love to come and see you!
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