God, I'm watching the most agonizing Family Plots.

The second season of reality shows are never as good as the first, because the second season is invariably about being famous from the first season. I stopped watching The Osbournes about two episodes into the second season, because it all got too meta for me. I mean, neither should they pretend that there aren't any cameras following them around, because that annoys me, too.

Anyway, I haven't been thrilled about the second season of Family Plots, because every other episode is about fans they now have writing to them and wanting to date Rick or get married in the chapel or whatever, and it's completely unwatchable.

But this episode was just incredible, just dreadful. It was about the funeral of a three-month-old baby, and I cried from the beginning to the end, but it wasn't manipulative or sentimentalized or pushy with the emotion--it didn't have to be, it was about the funeral of a three-month-old baby, and that was enough, and you could really see everyone being incredibly affected by this.

It's a good group of people, and they really care about the families, and this was an especially bad one, what with both John and Rick having lost children of their own.

The worst bit was when the parents were choosing a coffin, and the mother said, through her tears, "He should be in a crib." She hadn't even lost all of her baby weight. I can't believe they allowed themselves to be filmed, but I'm glad they did.

So, yesterday was fun, I was on my way to the matinee and got stuck in traffic like crazy, so I was running really late.

Mark called me on the phone, but I couldn't hear him, because my stupid phone doesn't work unless I put it on speaker, and I couldn't do that in the van. I checked his message when I was walking to theatre, and it was a "glad to know you're on your way, everyone at the show is having kittens" kind of message, and I flew through the door at a quarter of.

Of course, since I'm everyone's mother and nobody can do anything without being told, they weren't ready to open the house and were wandering all over the stage and doing their fight rehearsals and stupid things like that. Bad actors!

I sold the tickets and threw the audience in and everything was fine. And yes, Mark was there! Not to see the show, either, to fix a light and then to hang out with me until his rehearsal that night (he's doing a production of Hamlet outside the company).

It was really nice to see him, and after the intermission we went to the Edison and I had a club sandwich and spilled my soda all over the woman next to me. Well, actually all over my seat, but I believe two microscopic drops might have hit her, which apparently was a tragedy of great proportions.

We talked about going to see Shockheaded Peter together, and about Kingdom of Heaven, then went back to the show and he went to rehearsal and it was one of the nicest matinee days in quite awhile.

I made brownies in the morning, finally going to the supermarket and buying eggs, along with more pierogis and bacon and bagels, since my new go-to meal is no longer chicken cordon bleu, but pierogis and bacon and bagels. Well, bagel singular.

Anyway, made the brownies and they turned out really well, and I cut them a little too small, so I charged 75¢ for them. Next time, I'm going to cut them bigger and charge a dollar. And maybe sprinkle powdered sugar on them, too, as Mark suggested.

Everyone went crazy for the brownies, and I sold a ton of them. Everyone was also so hugely impressed that I made the brownies myself that I didn't have the heart to tell them that they were from a mix. I mean, scratch brownies are pretty easy to make, too, but the mix brownies are so delicious that there is no real reason to make scratch!

Unlike cake mix, which is vastly inferior to scratch cake in all ways. Which will not stop me from making mix cupcakes this week, but there you have it. At least with cupcakes, you can't cut them too small.

I also got coconut and jimmies (chocolate and coloured) to put on the cupcakes. Mom said not to overdo it, that not everybody likes coconut. This is true, but those that do do cu-RAZ-y for it, so a few cupcakes with coconut will not go amiss!

The tricky part will be figuring out how many to make. I don't think they keep as well as brownies, so I'd rather not sell them the following day, so how many cupcakes can I sell in a day? Depending on the audience. Six? Three white and three chocolate? That sounds like so few. Maybe eight? But the muffin tin holds six, it seems silly to bake anything other than six or twelve.

It's so complicated, being an entrepreneur.

O, one thing happened with bringing the brownies, people started buying the Yoohoo! Apparently, Yoohoo and brownies are a taste treat sensation not to be missed!

Today's horoscope:
If you listened to the more sedate side of yourself and actually stayed in last night, you'll feel pretty darned restless. That said, why fight it? You've got one more night left to the weekend.

One year ago today:
Years, years of thinking that I have abnormally small earholes, when what I really have is an abnormally small brain.

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