I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.
Oh dear gawd, I'm never going to be able to talk to my friends from Vegas with a straight face again.
ReplyDeleteEspecially when they're eating a roast beef sandwich.
DeleteOh yeah! Especially then.
DeleteOh, Bob, I love the way you think =o)))
ReplyDeleteIt works, doesn't it?
DeleteOh my gosh, thank you for making me laugh out loud, Bob.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to tell my kids.
I think he's on to something here...
DeleteOkay, that is totally what it SHOULD mean.
ReplyDeleteViva.
XOXO
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I agree. xo
DeleteI like Bob's definition better. :)
ReplyDeleteIt works for me too.xo
DeleteBob is always able to give me my first laugh of the day! I now read him before breakfast, because the smiles can't wait!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Karen! xo
DeleteHa! I so love this.
ReplyDeleteI think it could catch on...
DeleteLOL! Bob is the bestest!
ReplyDeleteBest blog ever :)
ReplyDeleteBa dum bump! He'll be here all week folks! Bob is the bomb!
ReplyDeletehaha that actually makes sense. so what do u call a person from vegas anyways?
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry but that was hi-larious!
ReplyDeleteBTW, it was me that beeped you on your way home from school yesterday. Seems like you had a great reunion.