I am sorry if it is tiresome to hear a grown blogger continue to moan and groan about a sinus condition. Here I am, moaning and groaning away. And just barely trying to make a blog post. This will never do. Maybe I can pep up the post and myself with a few pictures.
Here is our skeleton Bonita, in a true wrist to forehead pose. I don’t know what a skeleton has to get so dramatic about, but then, she may have all sorts of worries to which I am not privy. I try to give my toys their privacy.
And here I am, with my wrist to my forehead in a wonderfully dramatic moment from Dirty Work at the Crossroads, an 1890’s melodrama my talented husband Steven directed at Ilion Little Theatre. Goodness, was it almost seven years ago? How the time flies.
I was looking for Joan Crawford with an axe, because I have a splitting headache, but I came across this axe pic first (see what I did there? axe pic, like pick axe? well, I thought it was funny). This is me and a few others in Roxy, a play about a local historical murder. For those of you who don’t know, that is my husband (in the play, obviously it’s not Steven) threatening me with the axe, but he is the one that ends up getting chopped. Good memories.
I will be happy when this sinus infection is just a distant memory. In the meantime, I’ll try to make a better blog post tomorrow.