I don’t go to class reunions.

I’ve always respected and admired nuns. (Not entirely sure why, but Mom went to Catholic school for eight years and was taught by actual, wimple-wearing, ruler-wielding nuns, so that could have something to do with it.)

I wear Scab knee pads* too! They’re like falling on a cloud...

Oh yes. I’m following the Mota saga closely. The roller derby community has torn them apart, and of course Mota is playing victim...

Dear Kim,

Last week (July 5-11) was probably the roughest damn week of my life. I knew it’d be tough, as I was working and preparing to perform in Shakespeare in the Park this weekend...

I’m guessing everybody over the age of 35 just raised their hand (with a round-ish scar on it.)

My globetrotting friend broke his wrist in Canada.

I chopped the tip of my thumb off while trying to make guacamole. (Funny enough, it was the onion that got me and not the avocado.)

Let’s hope so.  DWTS usually has as much edges as a marshmallow.

Oy, am I late! But I must post, for next week this time I’ll be performing Shakespeare in the Park. (Fabian in Twelfth Night, if you’re curious.) Between the heat and the humidity and the bugs and fighting through some of my lines and the, shall we say, Interesting People Who Show Up... Well, who knew a man who is 400…

2005. My gallbladder went rogue. I went to a cookout and had the blandest foods available, but was still sidelined with an attack that required a lortab and a nap that lasted well past any firework displays in town.

Herman Cain got the ‘Rona in Tulsa?

Dropkick Murphys: have played two virtual concerts since Shit Went Down. I saw both of them.

Right.

Bet you a dollar that every one of those people have health insurance.

Currently sitting at home with the WORST CRAMPS EVER. Haven’t had cramps that reduced me to tears since I was in my early 20's. And I had plans, too. It could be time for a doctor’s appointment to talk about the Change of Life. Sigh.

I remember watching A Baby Story when I was pregnant with Duckling. My then MIL (still a nice lady) would scold me for worrying about things that could go wrong, while I was readying myself for them (I thought). This was years before I was finally diagnosed with anxiety, by the way.

Having been in north Texas several times, I can concur.

Somebody (smarter than me) figured the change had been in progress for a while, and we are hearing about it Due To Current Events.