Kissing Monday

Why, hello, Monday! You snuck up on me, there...

It was a pretty good weekend around our house, save for a coughing boy, a barfing dog, and that I ran out of time to clean anything, sigh...

Well, OK, we did get the laundry done and mostly put away. I have a basket of towels that has been in my family room for so long that I'm afraid to move it, lest I awaken all of the wildlife that has taken up residence in the cool confines under the basket. It's been there over a week -- long enough for moss to start growing on the northern side.

Scott and the kids made a snowman, the first snowman on our new yard. It's cute because instead of facing the road to greet people driving by, it's facing the walk to the driveway to smile at us as we come and go. There's not enough traffic for it to have much of an impact on our neighborhood (which consists of us and the guy next door). The kids had fun building it and I did snap a few pictures before I went to rehearsal last night.

Rehearsal went pretty well. I've got some memorization to work on, but I am feeling pretty good about how the scene is going. It appears that I am no longer scaring the poor gay man I have to kiss, but I'm also not "feeling" the kiss, either. Must do some work there to make it seem like we've known each other for longer than four hours as we're a couple fighting after 9 years of marriage. Gonna have to see what I can do to make that more real...

I have to admit, that before I was married I was a "social kisser." As in I would kiss pretty much anyone for any reason, particularly if there was alcohol involved. So kissing someone onstage isn't a big hairy deal for me. In fact, it was the thing in the script about which I worried the least. My character is, on paper, a crazy shrew of a woman. Screaming, beating up a teddy bear, that kind of stuff. The real challenge is finding a way to make her somewhat likable so that people aren't turned off entirely -- no one wants to watch even 8 minutes of mean harpy lady. Working on it...