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I did a nice job cutting the bread! Usually I’m not so good at it, but since Ted wasn’t home and I wanted a sandwich, I had to cut it my own self, and I did a very nice job of it. Ted looked at it when he came home and said, “Uh oh, what do you need me for now?” I even *cooked* *dinner* on Sunday! Isn’t that amazing? Of course, Ted was stuck at work and Shaun had a date, so I was the only person at home to *eat* it, but I /did/ cook it.
Saturday night I went to Our Town, which me father had a part in. I’d never seen it before, and from this production, I came away with the distinct feeling that the theme of the play is, “It’s not so bad to be dead!” The *actual* theme is “Stop and smell the roses,” but this production definitely left an impression of it’s not so bad to be dead.
Aside from that, it was a pretty good show, really. Most of the actors were good and the Stage Manager was very good. Emily had a wonderful face. George needed a haircut, but apparently he’d volunteered to get one and the director told him he didn’t need to *hairy eyebrow*.
It is meltmeltmeltmelting outside! melt melt melt!