So last night, I found out that my mother reads my postings, which I never expected or thought about so...Hi Mom. This doesn't mean that I am going to sensor my thoughts or that I don't think her hearing still needs to be checked. (just kidding, I AM JUST JOKING MOM).
Last night we saw Wicked, which was pardon the pun, wicked. The leads were very powerful especially the wicked witch of the west. Boy, could that green girl belt it out. It almost made me whistful and wanting to quite my life at the infernal office of PG for musical theatre school in New York. I would be the oldest chick there, out of shape, furiously trying to learn how to tap dance and sing on key. I said almost. I am still pondering ditching the working world for life on range. I would make an excellent cattle rancher. OR I could become a professional vagabonder just like this guy Rolf Potts. He just travels around the world and writes about it. Not such a bad gig.