Tisket Tasket (prt II)

That's what Lauren and I kept singing to each other as we hid a sandwich in the scene shop tonight.
"How about here?"
"Humm, I dunno... tisket tasket... Try the vaccuum."
"Right here? ...Imma put you ass in mah basket."

Spent the day working on paperwork for The Storm in the Barn, which doesn't even need to go into prep till mid-March but I was home sick so whythefucknot, right?

Spent part of my night at the Commedore drinking/losing at pool with Tozzi, Jason, Dave and Lauren and part of it with Manager Jack and his friend, Harris(on?).

My original plan was to come home and watch Titanic, which was foiled by the arrival of my two gentlemen friends. Instead we watched half of Jurassic Park II: The Lost World, drank an entire oversized bottle of wine and ate an entire Target bag of pizza rolls.

SO now I'm full, tipsy, smiling and a little afraid a T-Rex will start snuffing at me through my bedroom window. Good thing I have my resident dinosaur to keep them away.

Since we moved to Portland, Horris has been sporting a bubushka kerchief.  
I will always support him unconditionally as he explores his sexuality; he is my little dino.