Man, I love costumes.
The rear slapping is going well; I only made a few mistakes in choreography last night, and we still have two weeks to go. So that's a relief. I cannot, however, do the dances in the four inch stripper shoes. Cest la vie. They look great with the costume and the make me TALL! But I might kill myself and take out four or five others with me if I try to spin in them, so they're out.
I really like the group of girls I'm working with. Girls on the whole are a catty bunch, but these women seem to be down to Earth, genuinely lovely people. It's a good thing, because we all have to be nearly naked together a bunch.
I'm getting my hair colored in a few minutes. I'd forgotten to make an appointment when I had it done last time, so there's an INCH of new growth. I'm GREY. Not that anyone will EVER know, because I sure as crap am not going to grow old gracefully. Screw that. I want to look YOUNG! (Feeling young is definitely out, as my hips were screaming, "Bitch!" at me this morning when I got up, but LOOKING young I think I can manage for a few more years.)
And last but not least, I just had a parent/teacher conference with Ethan's fourth grade teachers. I know he's a great kid, (I'm biased) but it's nice to hear it from other people. They said that he's excelling in everything, is a fantastic role model for the other boys, he's social, but follows the rules, he participates in class, and that he's becoming a great leader.
I wonder what A.J.'s teachers will say?