Sneaking this into JazzBoy’s music collection, so later I can mock him about owning it.
Because making fun of my children takes work and planning and dedication to craft.
Is that I’ve written some *savagely* funny material lately.
So I’m not really freaking out about doing stand up twenty-one days from now.
Just have to practice not breaking down into a puddle of tears when I take the stage is all.
Easy peasy, lemon squeeze-y. I have tons of practice lately not breaking down into puddles.
The weekend has officially arrived.
Morning ablutions and hair duties. Thankfully, I’m off hair patrol these days.
“I’ll take, ‘Silly things we do when we’re young and goofy for $500, Alex.’”
“What is smoke a pipe and wear this hat?”
Funny because it’s true! Right?! Pass me a towel, please.
So if I get eaten by a grue, you’ll know how that went down.
AKA, every time I make a nice red sauce.
W.C. Fields may also be my spirit animal.
It seems I hit the “Sure, I’ll do stand up again” button again this year for MaxFunCon.
Will someone please either disconnect that button in my brain or write some new material for me?
Bonus, there’s dancing while I fold laundry.