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Momma & Me

Yes, she is larger than life. When she saw the photo, she remarked, "Wow, it is like me and my own little leprechaun." Nice.

Our workshop was kick butt and everyone LOVES Momma. I think one of her superpowers is that whenever I am with her, I become invisible. I like that. Okay, I am exhausted and have another workshop in the morning.

Oh, and something BIG is coming and it is not Momma.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Congrats on the workshop, you are making all of your out-of-state blog friends wish we could teleport to Connecticut. Hmmm, a gay Texas evangelical in Connecticut, sounds like fodder for your plays. Alas, I don't sound like Tex though.

Chomping at the bit is an understatement. Can you make it for another ten days? And darn it, you've piqued my curiosity. Oh no, it's an agenda...warning, warning. Love it, love it. And I think I know what it is, but I'm not telling...:-P
Bruce Garrett said…
Oh those photographs are great! My complements to the photographer and the models.

I will stay tuned for your BIG announcement. I know of one thing that happens in about a week, but I don't expect anything big or major to come of that particular thing. So I'm assuming this is something else and you have me guessing, guessing, guessing.

(smile) but this is how you keep the audience on the edge of their seats...right?
Bruce, thanks! The photo is a self-portrait with Queen.

pw, can I wait another 10 days, sure, can you???
Ouch...the edge of my seat is a little sharp. =)
Anonymous said…
Those pics remind me of blueberry pie. I have absolutely no idea why--just a synaesthesia kind of thing, maybe.
Anonymous said…
(Chuckling) Well it's not like I can put you in a headlock and knuckle rub your head until you tell me. So, of course I can wait.

And truly you are masterful at keeping up the suspense.
(Aside to the audience) Maybe I can schmooze it out of him. You know how these theatrical types are. Yes I know, theatrical types in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. :-D
Elliot Coale said…
I love Momma, I really do.

And you're awesome, too, Peterson! *hugs!!!*

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