I always think there's a band, kid.

I went to see the Music Man randomly last night. It was great! I love that show - I remembered so many of the songs, buried in my memory, cause we did it in 6th Grade :) (I was Mrs. Squires - the rule was you either had to be in the musical or while everyone was practicing you had to sit quietly in a room and read, which normally wouldn't be a problem, but you also had to write a book report - horror of horrors). Anyway, I felt like a little kid. Sarah obviously felt the same way kid, because she kept giggling every time the city council quartet came out. It was a good distraction.

In other news, everything is clean. Everything. Dog. House. Soon my car. And Mom and Aunt Di come in tonight. Our itinerary: Saturday - roam Kemah, shop, maybe go to Galveston if the weather shapes up, manicures, dinner. Sunday - rodeo. Monday and Tuesday my aunt is stealing my car and going to Dallas, and then we're going to the rodeo Again on Wednesday. Luckily next week is also spring break

In the bitching about my roommate report (who, don't get me wrong, I really enjoy living with and we have great conversations when we're not arguing): she had been using my guest bedroom as storage. I ordered everything out of the room by last weekend, and she did some work to that end. Finally, yesterday she moved the rest of the stuff out and INTO THE STUDY! What the heck?? Anyway, she has promised it will be all gone tomorrow. We'll see. But its ok. Its ok. Its ok. After all, I only put away the last of my boxes a few days ago, so I was setting a bad example, obviously. I just hate to have to keep reminding her that its MY house, not OUR house - I don't really want to live like that.