that Fisher is going to be in at the end of this week.
It’s called some godawful thing like "Character is Important." And he plays Magic Mirror No. 2.
Which is a speaking part. With three lines. That he can’t remember.
Break out the camcorder, load the fresh memory card. My baby’s taking to the stage.
Oh yeah, I’m back in Junction, baby, fresh as a daisy and ready to fight. With a daisy. Or a whole crapload of laundry, which is both a more daunting opponent and a more likely one. See how I sit at the computer, ignoring its siren song… "We need bleeeeeeeach… we must hang dryyyyyyy…"
The house is eerily quiet today (yesterday, boys were home sick from school, which I’m going to insist upon as an excuse for not having called Shauna on her 30th birthday… I am the world’s worst friend).
So much to do, and so little time to do it in! ("So little to do, and so much time in which to do it!"-Willy Wonka)
Look for a full report on Fisher’s thespian quest (quespian? thuest?) this Saturday. There will be photos.
Oh yes. There will be photos.