That is a classical representation of theatre life, Beverly. Good on ya for turning disaster into delight.

I had a similar experience doing Carnival.

The community theatre in Stockton, CA had a resident alley cat. A really mean cat. I had to take the jack rabbit cast as a bunny in the show home because the house cat could surely have eaten it. Mean cat. We had also rented a python named Monty (not making that up) who was also a little nasty because the woman playing the snake charmer thought it was funny to let him slither along the makeup table so as to freak out the other castmates. Sadly, he burned his mouth on a light bulb. I have no idea how reptiles process pain, but it could not have felt good.

During the last scene of the last show, the two leads launched into the show's most romantic number. Mean!cat decided to walk out onto center stage and begin to yowl incredibly loudly.

I was already dressed for the curtain call, so I grabbed my character's sewing basket and strolled nonchalantly across the stage, paused by the cat, flipped open the basket and unceremoniously crammed the cat into it. I sauntered of, stage right.

It was sad that the audience laughed like drains while the leads soldiered on, trying to be romantic and noble.

Once backstage, I dropped the basket and ran through the dark clutching the spitting Mean!cat at arms length. I couldn't see where I was going but intended to cross behind the stage and toss the cat outside.

As I rushed to back, stage right, since I was first in line for the curtain call. Just as I neared my destination, I inadvertantly crammed the spitting cat into the face of the cranky python. Monty opened his mouth, showing roughly 200 clear, razor-sharp teeth and made a shockingly threatening sound.

I screamed OH FUCK and tossed the cat immediately to the right. Thank god, the costume shop door happened to be opened, or it would have been Mean!cat pancake.

Everyone shrieked, so all my efforts to maintain a quiet final scene were for naught.

I should have let the stupid cat have his moment in the spot light!

It's so easy to overlook the gnarly stuff, like when dust gradually accumulates in the edges of the cabinet doors, and then suddenly you look at them and HOLY CRAP NASTY.

This is me today. Blech.

Cats will be cats, it's true. Like humans in that regard. I'm sure he was confused at momentarily being cast as Toto, and then almost immediately in the stage production of Anaconda.

You know what I miss? The community here bans clotheslines. I know there are reasons for that, and the reasons are good. But damn, I miss snapping line-dried towels hard to soften them before folding. And the wonderful, not checmically reproduceable smell of sun-dried sheets and pillowcases. I love the fact I no longer have to peg wet socks one by one on the line in freezing weather, or take them down one-at-a-time. I'd almost--almost--put up with that for sun-dried sheets and towels.

It's so easy to overlook the gnarly stuff, like when dust gradually accumulates in the edges of the cabinet doors,

Soap scum and shaving stubble, shower door track. Ew. ewewewew. That's when I bribe a husband or any other handy human. Doesn't often work--therefore the scrubbing out with a toothbrush at least once a week so it doesn't build up and become animate.

momentarily being cast as Toto, and then almost immediately in the stage production of Anaconda.

This made me guffaw.

I never bothered to look at it from his perspective.

I will clean all you r bathrooms - just please put away the clothes, empty the dishwasher and shred the paper. DH does the last one.

I like the bathroom clean. it matters enough that i really don't mind doing it. Plus I do it frequently. Lots of touch up cleanings in between serious scrubs. And NO shower doors. the track is evil . But my understanding is -- using a sqeege after every shower helps keep the doors from spotting and keeps the track dryer. BTW, In no other room in my house do I get this invested in cleaning.

therefore the scrubbing out with a toothbrush at least once a week

Once a week?!

I just came across very old gossip, which is only notable because of the incredibly high nerd factor.

Ralph Fiennes was married to Alex Kingston, but left her for Francesca Annis. Dude. He left River Song for Lady Jessica. Geekery!

Better yet, he was in a production of Hamlet with Francesca as Gertrude. Freud wins.

Karate today sucked. I got through warm ups and we were going through our defensive maneuvers when I felt sick to my stomach. I bowed out and threw up so I didn't jump back into class. Which sucks.

I actually knew the Ralph Fiennes gossip. Weird.

Does anyone have a good chicken thigh recipe? I have three thighs, and I tend to dislike them because I find them slimy.

Poor Suzi. Is that related to your low iron, or a whole other thing? Either way, what a drag.

I've done nothing but wash dishes and rest from washing dishes today (and eat meals thus creating more dishes to be washed). One more load through the dishwasher and one or two sinkloads handwashed and I can try making pound cake.