countdown to showtime

First, thank you to Jenn and anonymous (although I know who you are) for sympathizing with me and making me feel better about the best friend who dumped me to get married. But you know what the weird thing is, I cried on the way home from work that day for about 10 minutes and now I'm over it. I don't feel the least amount of sorry for myself now. God is so amazing, he stepped in and filled up my heart with so much love, who needs this other guy?

Second, I have been in rehearsal for "Quilters" for weeks now, and opening night is only days away. The 17th to be exact. Yes, I know that's a little more than a week, but we are so far from being ready I just want to sit down and cry. We haven't even learned the last song, what the heck, we're still having trouble with the first song, and we keep changing the blocking and some of the women are having trouble memorizing lines. I know that the closer we get to opening night the uglier it's gonna get, because tempers are gonna flare and words are gonna be flung. Big words, ugly words.

I'll let ya know what they are.