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Hello, friends. Sorry I haven’t been around much – it’s been one of those weeks. Ups and downs and everything in between. So, rather than sharing a recipe with you, I’ll catch you up on all things movita. I think it will bring us closer together. And I sincerely hope that makes you uncomfortable.
Last Thursday, the Beaucoup clan said goodbye to a good friend. Lucy Dog has been a constant companion for Bill and Rosie Beaucoup. She was a darling, darling creature. And when 2.0 and I went to visit The Beaucoups on Sunday, I sure did miss the sound of that tail whacking everything in its path. Now, I don’t want you to be sad. Because Lucy Dog probably wouldn’t have wanted that either, so I’ll tell you about some happier stuff.
Last weekend, my production of Cinderella came and went. It was a tremendous success. We performed in a relatively new theatre (2007), and had the honour of being the first show ever to sell out in advance of a performance there. Little girls were dancing in their party dresses in the aisles. We sold out of tiaras in record time. It was the bomb.
Also, that photo up there? I took it WITH MY NEW IPHONE. Yah. It’s hard to know where to go from here. I mean, I’ve got nothing to talk about anymore. Just kidding! I’ve got a new obsession: Bakery Story. This is thanks to Katherine over at Eggton. She and her husband are, like, mega Bakery Story obsessed. I guess Katherine has screwed up Scott’s bakery a couple of times, and he seems… not over it yet. I know this because they both emailed me to tell me about it. Anyhoo, Katherine sent me an extensive essay on the proper playing of Bakery Story. Like, two pages of tips via email. And now I’m hooked.
I’m also starting to get into Instagram. This is good, because apps are keeping me occupied in the early morning hours. See niles down there? He’s been waking us up at 5 am every morning. That’s another reason I’m not posting a recipe this week. I’m too bloody frickin’ tired. For a small cat, niles can be terribly loud. He stands in the en suite bathroom and meows as loudly as he can. Then he walks across our faces to play with the bedside lamps. Then he attacks effie. Then he returns to the bathroom for more meowing. Ooops! Now he’s shut the bathroom door. He’s stuck. More meowing. So, every morning this week we’ve been dragging ourselves out of bed at 5:30 am, cursing, to give the kitties breakfast. Then the kitties all go to sleep, while 2.0 and I get on with the day (nauseated).
Do you have a favourite app? I’m looking to fill up my iPhone with a bunch of crap that people like you tell me about. Seriously. I have no standards. Oh, and I’ll be back tomorrow to tell you all about a new movita competition. You could win a prize! (But, as always, I’ll make you work for it…)