Holy Sh[oo]t!!!

Y’all.  I am dying of delight.  I’m eating my Frosty Fix & Mix with M&Ms.  I’m wondering if I’ve ever used that many ampersands in a sentence in my life and I am about falling out of my chair.

As you may recall, Plimco made me enter a contest and so I whooped up a little play and that part was easy.  The tough part, which required a lot of whining and flouncing about and Sarcastro telling me to grow the fuck up, was revising it.  But I did.  And I submitted the revised version and I waited and waited and waited.

Today I learned that they’re going to perform my play as part of their summer festival of yumminess.

My play.

With real actors who will really act!

And get this!  When I called my dad to tell him, he said that it was neat and that he was proud and he didn’t say one thing mean to undercut it (Perhaps when Kat slipped into bizarro world, she took my dad with her?).

It’s just the kind of day when you want to lean back in your chair with a big ole grin on your face and say to yourself under your breath “What the fuck?  No, really, what the fuck?”