Careful, Libby. The last time you sat on a computer keyboard, you got kicked out of the house.
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Monday, May 27, 2019
Terry Bryson PSA | Day 7
Thank heaven that Estelle recapped Terry's instructions, or readers without yesterday's splash panel would never see the website you can use for turning in people that annoy you online. But now that the site has appeared in Mary Worth, I'd expect the government servers to crash any moment.
Saturday, May 25, 2019
Friday, May 24, 2019
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Monday, May 20, 2019
Love is keeping you alive? Be sure to mention that to Estelle when you meet her. I think it will help.
|The Man Who Came to Dinner. Haddonfield Plays & Players. (c)2019 Photo Credit: Catherine Davies Photography|
Saturday, May 18, 2019
You also need to educate yourself more about caring for houseplants.
Okay, while I was busy with the opening of our play (thanks everyone for your enthusiastic support), we learned that Terry Bryson is coming back. It isn't that I couldn't post this week, its just that Terry Bryson is coming back. I know, you all think of Terry Bryson as the on-again-off-again-on-again girlfriend (and now WIFE? Did I not get invited to the wedding??) of Adam Miller who took her for hot air balloon and roller coaster rides, but I can never forget that our first encounter with Terry Bryson inspired this post and almost ended this blog in September 2008.
Monday, May 13, 2019
Thursday, May 9, 2019
In just a few days, Estelle has gone from eating microwaved falafel to cat chow straight from the bag! Things don't look good for Libby.
I've been in the final week of rehearsals for "The Man Who Came to Dinner" at Haddonfield Plays and Players in Southern New Jersey. We have our first live audience tonight. If you've been wondering where I've been, that's the answer. And if you're in the area, come on by and say hi.
Monday, May 6, 2019
Wow, what happened? Estelle went from a complete idiot in love to the most self-confident, mature person I've ever met. Except for my wife. I can't tell you how many times she's said to me, "I can't send you any more money. Call me after you've calmed down."