This morning I woke up an hour late (i.e. four minutes before I should leave the house), left the house twenty minutes late, stopped to pick up some food, and still got to work five minutes early. Did I find a rip in the space-time continuum?

Then, there were meatballs next door! And it's not even Tuesday! I'm clearly on a lucky streak and should either play the lotto or quit all my jobs, go to Hollywood, and sign the standard rich and famous contract. I'm riding this zeitgeist to the top!

So yesterday I had to go in and bring in the laundry for their matinee, and I was going to just stay in the city and go see Danny the Dog (aka Unleashed) or Crash or Mad Hot Ballroom until I had to work the evening show, but I hadn't had time to make cupcakes in the morning, and Kelly wanted a cupcake, so I just decided to go home.

I was going to kill some time at the 9th Avenue Food Fair (the true sign of the beginning of summer in NY), so since I wasn't going to do that, I just stopped there to get my yearly zeppoles, and it started to rain. So I was glad that I had already decided to go home rather than stand in the rain eating soggy zeppoles for three hours!

It was the longest trip home imaginable, it took almost an hour and most of that was the two and a half block ride to the tunnel, (street fairs do not improve the traffic as much as you might think, nor does an hour improve a zeppole), got home and made the cupcakes, watched Miss Marple, then turned around and went back into the city for the show.

Normally, a two show weekend is lovely and restful, but laundry changes everything. Now I tremble at your name, laundry'll never never never be the same.

Sorry about that. Musical comedy moment.

Dulcy had a pretty good crowd, the air conditioner fuse blew during the show, which meant that everyone was nice and thirsty at the intermission, and I sold most of the cupcakes and brownies.

I really only meant to have brownies for this weekend, but having both meant that I was selling both. Never underestimate the power of things with chocolate, frosting, sprinkles, or that only cost 75¢.

Then I went home and watched all of my TiVoed Family Guy episodes, which have some really harsh jokes in them (a character trying not to get an erection says, "Think of dead kittens! Old nuns! Really old nuns! Renee Zellweger! Ah, that's done it."), and some Practices, and that was my weekend.

Laundry, cupcakes, running back and forth to the city, and clearing some room on my TiVo. That's my life.

I can definitely tell that it is spring/summer at last, because yesterday the hugest moth I have ever seen was in my house.

It was banging around the ceiling, trying desperately to get ot the fluorescent light (what it was going to do when it got there I don't know), and the cats were sitting all big-eyed on the sink, waiting for just the moment to launch themselves into the air and land in their water dish, so I decided to catch it in a bowl and put it outside.

There was no bumblebee panic, I caught it in a bowl and put a plate over the top, but I was dying my hair, so I was standing naked in my kitchen with a bowl full of moth, and could neither go outside in my present state to let it be free as the wind blows, nor could I put on any clothes without getting them all over hair dye. I swan, when I am dying my hair, I look like a serial killer in the middle of a spree.

So the moth lived in the bowl for about an hour before I was able to rinse my hair and put on some clothes and go outside. It was a near-death experience, I'm sure. He went home and told all of his friends and found Jesus, or some moth version thereof.

There is a new Pepsi promotion. Sports gear. Sorry, Pepsi, I want my Itunes back! Or at least the two for one Pepsis! Sports gear. Honestly.

Today's horoscope:
In the past, you've been extremely critical of yourself. You expect perfection, and when things don't work out the way you'd planned, your first reaction is to assume you're to blame. Don't let that happen now.

One year ago today:
Unfortunately, also in the episode is Andy Dick, who could not have been more aptly named without having been christened "Andy Asswipe". Or possibly Captain Douchebag. I guess there always has to be a dick on the show and Vince Vaughn wasn't available that week.

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