I have only unrelated bits and pieces today, and none of 'em could be called particularly funny:
* It rained today. Big rain. Which was cool. As the Roo-girl and I were driving to synagogue this morning (yes, it's Yom Kippur and no, I shouldn't technically be on the computer), she looked up at the sky, where there was a break in the clouds and the sun was peeking through. "Look," she exclaimed. "God is coming down!"
* I'm having a bittersweet, can't-figure-out- how-to-respond moment. I auditioned for a JUICY solo with my chorus. I don't even have words for just how juicy it is. Tons of people tried out for it, but it shook out to about six of us. Last time I sang it, people practically attacked me after chorus to tell me how totally awesome I was and how I totally deserved to do the solo.
Now, really, I don't believe my own press. I have a failure to comprehend how good I may or may not be. So ... I am the understudy. I lost out to someone almost half my age and WAAAY better looking and cute and perky, etc. There's no way for me to compete with her on that level. Anyway, should I be sad because I don't get to do the solo at our huge-ola show in October? Or should I be happy because I got the understudy role and no one else did? I'm so confuuuuuuuuuuuuused!
* My dog is weird. I mean really W-E-I-R-D. She has this stuffed animal. Well, it's not. It's a green multi-limbed THING. Anyway, she sucks on it. Endlessly. She shoves an ear or a nose of this green thing into her mouth and sucks on it. Meanwhile, her front paws march in place. I think she was weaned too soon or something. Any other ideas? It's weird. Right up there with nosing the dog door four times before she'll go through it. We call her OCD dog. Her sister, by the way, is perfectly normal.
* I agreed to participate in Melodyann's truth-or-dare game. You had to pick the truth or the dare without knowing what they are. I picked the dare. Tell me, Mel. Does this count for leading people to Shoofly?