We closed Every Christmas Story Ever Told a couple of days ago, and were very very happy with the result of the 4 week run! (Sadly, we had some cancellations on the last two days because of weather, and ruined a potentially sold-out weekend! Ah, well – Michigan weather!) It was a great run, and it’s been fun having that show 3 seasons in a row! Let’s hope we’re as lucky with whatever “Holiday Show” we do next year! 🙂

Randy Godwin’s funeral was beautiful. Sad, as you’d expect, but also very heartwarming and lovely – so many good memories, hilarious stories, and a wonderful, bittersweet reminder of how one life can impact so very many others.

I had to have “The Talk” with my son. You know, the “Where do babies come from?” talk. He’s almost 9, and had been asking all the right questions and hearing all the wrong things from friends, so it was time. (For upcoming parents: The book “Where Did I Come From?” is a fabulous tool for this!)

Favorite quote from my son after aforementioned talk: “That… is gross.”

Currently, as I type this, my iTunes has been on shuffle. I just went from a song by Cake (Short Skirt/Long Jacket) to a recording of crickets. I think I’m listening to crickets for the next 40 minutes.

I’m driving a rental car. My car is in the body shop – they’re repairing the damage done by a deer who ran full speed out of the woods, directly into the SIDE of my car. Why the deer attacked me in this way is unknown: I think it was some kind of hazing that he was prompted to do by other deer who were hiding in the woods. His attempt to knock me out of my lane resulted in A) Him crushing in my drivers door and quarter panel, B) His little kamikaze-Bambi face smashing up against my drivers window and scaring the *#$%# out of me, C) Me screaming like a little girl shouting manly profanities at the top of my lungs. I was unharmed, the deer bounced off my car and ran back into the woods, presumably to high-five his frat brothers and shotgun a beer.