So, the only thing better than getting to see Evil Dead: The Musical is getting to watch it with
shmanny. That's right, I got a Shannon for the weekend, and you don't! And the best part is that she went to Queens with the guy who wrote the musical, ahahahaha. Like I told her over the phone, with her, it's always one degree of separation with just about every Canadian artist in all media. I kind of love her life.
I've been sort of freaking out over having to leave the cats home while we're gone for the weekend. The brother-in-law has a friend coming over to check on them and feed them every day, but I still worry. I know they'll be fine, although they'll probably miss us while we're gone, but I'm still about one step away from stuffing them in my overnight bag and smuggling them into Toronto with me. And I'm going to miss them terribly while we're gone. It's only two days, but it already feels like years, and I'm trying to tell my ridiculously melodramatic brain that they'll still love me when I come back. It's just going to be weird to be in a car going to Toronto and not have them with us, is all.
This morning, I let Reese sleep on my hip, even though it was uncomfortable, and then I petted her and thought how much I love her, and I let Onyx wake me up at four a.m. with his window-wrestling antics without any complaints. It's a good life I lead.
I've just started watching Traveler and omg crack! I think I'm addicted.