Morning, croc!
guess the men do the death-defying stuff because they can't experience childbirth
That same thing occurred to me as I read Maruice's post.
Only I was thinking in terms of directing children's musicals. At this moment, I would rather give birth to Ammo (who, in case I didn't mention this to you before, weighed 25 pounds and was 3 feet long, and for whom I labored 12 days and finally, the nurses and doctor having given up and gone home, delivered alone, cutting the umbilical cord with my teeth)
What was I saying?
Oh yes- children's musicals- are the female equivalent of kissing snakes.
Yesterday we spent an hour and a half trying to blow up a giant whale with a small fan. It grew and grew- the damn thing ended up ten feet long and eight feet tall. I have no idea how we are going to get it on stage with a child leaping around inside of it. The show is tomorrow. I'm thinking of just putting Jonah inside the whale tonight and taping the thing up- in fact, I may tape the whole cast inside.
I can't tell you what a disaster it is at the moment. All the other moms involved smile lovingly at the children and say Jesus will work a miracle. I, on the other hand, am screaming at my group that if they don't learn their lines and stop screwing around, they're going to make total fools of themselves and their parents will give them to the church to be used for ritual sacrificing. |
