No time to write--gotta boil the house!

Mom is coming today!  I pick her up at the airport at 7:10 this evening, so you know what that means--this house is getting a supercleaning.  Not that it ever gets that bad; I'm just neurotic.

Man, I've been so busy these past few days getting ready for Thursday's show.  I'm planning to do an hour-long set, and that's a lot of material, not only to write and structure, but to memorize and rehearse.  I'm a mental patient.  One of our friends is going to tape the show, so I'll have clips for you.

Last night I did a little shopping for something cute to wear; I'm still not sure what I'll end up in, but no doubt it'll be whatever makes me look the thinnest.  Speaking of, I've been really good these past few days cutting back on the carbs and am down below 140 again, which is good.  Ha! If I'd seen that sentence five years ago, I would have been like, "140!? You're a pig!"  Whatever.  I have bigger things on my mind right now.

Fortunately, I'll get the show off my plate the night after we arrive in Albany and so I'll have the rest of my time there to relax and visit.  You know I can't wait to get my hands on this one.

Hallelujah! Granny's coming!

 I won't be able to post on Thursday, but I'll definitely have something up on Saturday.  And I'll be posting regularly on Facebook, so feel free to friend me.

Ticket sales for the show have been great--we've already netted more than a couple of thousand dollars for the cause.  I really want to do well.  Thanks so much for all your support; it means so much to me, especially during this time of mental insanity.

With love,

Miss Blotchy Neck