Why I have the best husband ever

We're currently in rehearsals for a play that opens in a little over a week. (Probably more on that at some point, but suffice it to say, it's an Ayn Rand, I don't like the play very much, and we both have relatively minor roles. If you're bored and in the area, it will probably be moderately amusing, but don't feel bad about missing it.) When we started rehearsals, Chuckro told them we needed either Wednesday or Thursday off every week but dress rehearsal week for our weekly gaming night. This week, we've got Thursday, and thus planned to do gaming that night. I teased him about being in trouble for skipping Valentine's Day, but made it clear I didn't actually mind.

( My sweet little overachiever )

They're not even a real country, anyway

I've spent the last couple hours doing travel arrangements, the most recent of which are to Toronto. And now I cannot get the song "Blame Canada" out of my head. "It seems that everything has gone wrong since Canada came along..." Actually, nothing's wrong, I just can't get rid of the song...

( The play we're in, or why I hate Ayn Rand )

Anyway, I'm playing a handwriting expert. My character is really unnecessary and should probably have been cut. I exist so it looks like the police did something, but my testimony is inconclusive in a boring way, and my dialogue is really stiff and wooden. Oh well. Chuckro, on the other hand, is playing the worst bailiff ever. People are constantly getting into melodramatic fights, and yet he does nothing (because the author does not seem to realize what bailiffs are there for). At one point, someone rushes over from the audience, grabs the Bible, and swears himself in. Bailiff does nothing. Chuckro has decided his character's name is Les. Short for "Useless."