Sharing the love...and other things

So, my last post talked about how much I hate being sick. Well, even more than me being sick, I hate it when someone I love is sick. Mr. Perfect now has bronchitis. The poor thing. I've discovered that men are much bigger whimps when it comes to being sick than women are. However, Mr. Perfect does have some very strange (and sometimes scary) reactions to medications. The cough medicine the doctor prescribed him contains codine, and one dose was enough for us to go out and buy some regular over-the-counter cold medicine to replace it. He is starting to feel better, and the cough isn't nearly as painful to listen to as it was just a few days ago.

On a happier note, we auditioned for Taylorsville Arts Council's production of The King and I. I will be a nameless, inconspicuous wife, and Mr. Perfect will have a speaking part of some kind, we just don't know which one, yet. They also asked me if I'd be willing to be the music director. At least this one will pay. Not much, but still...

Days of whine and roses

Have I ever mentioned before how much I hate being sick? Well, I really, really, really, REALLY hate it. I probably wouldn't hate it quite so much if a normal cold didn't find a way to settle in my lungs and turn into pneumonia or bronchitis.

Yes, it's that wonderful time of year again, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love, and Most Happy Girl's lungs turn into congested, hacking sacks that make breathing a chore, talking a challenge (to not start coughing), and singing nearly impossible (to not start coughing). Not to mention that if it goes deep enough to become pneumonia, I sound like I've been gargling shards of broken glass. At least this year (so far) it's only in the bronchitis phase. And we caught it soon enough it shouldn't make it's way into pneumonia. So, I happily take my little z-pak pills and send grateful thoughts to heaven for not being stuck in the house another day where lying down is a challenge to breathe and there's nothing to do all day but watch day-time television (something I refuse to do) and eat (which isn't appealing when you're sick).

*cough cough**hack hack*

Pictures from The Odd Couple at Empress Theatre

Here are some pictures from the production of The Odd Couple that Mr. Perfect and I did last month. Great times, great times!

Random Jazz games

So, Mr. Perfect sometimes gets free Jazz tickets through a business contact. Last night, we went with Painter Extraordinare and Little Big Sis to the game. The seats were great (just behind one of the hoops, the one the Jazz were scoring in for the second half) and in the lower bowel. We had a great dinner with them and Genius Child #3 before (but he didn't come to the game).

Now, the Jazz are known for letting games get away from them for the first half and into the third quarter.  Nothing new last night. They were able to pull it out in the end and win 102 to 93. It was a great game, and we had a lot of fun.

We love really good business contacts.

Random thoughts about swans and dancing

So last night, Mr. Perfect and I went to Ballet West's production of Swan Lake. It was lovely. The sets, costumes, and choreography were all amazing. Okay, Seigfreid did biff one lift, so poor Odette was left standing on the stage at the end of one of their big moments, but, hey, that could happen to anyone.

But really, the truly best part was when Seigfreid and Odette commit suicide to save all of the other girls-turned-into-swans. First, Mr. Perfect starting chuckling, then I did. It was really hard to not just laugh out loud, it was that corny. No big gestures of "No I think I will kill myself by throwing myself off this cliff." No, they both just came out on the set piece that was the cliff overlooking the lake, looked out at the swans battling the bad guy, turned around, and they were gone. Not at the same time either. And both did the exact same thing. I suppose the choreographer thought it would be more corny to have them make some gesture to show what they were going to do.

But seriously, it was a beautiful production. Even Mr. Perfect enjoyed it. I think he enjoyed it more because he got to laugh at part of it.