Okay. So.

My "AHHHHH!!" I guess should be explained. You see, I auditioned for a play - Romeo and Juliet to be exact. Something I do on a very rare occasion these days. The thing is, I ALWAYS read the audition notices in the local paper. You know, just so I can go all "oh, I could so totally be Maria! The hills are ALIIIIIVE!!" but not actually go out for the part. But every once in a blue moon a notice will leap (LEAP I tell you) off the page and I will get that old familiar tingly what if feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. That dare to hope I won't completly suck and I haven't lost it feeling, and then conveniently file that feeling under F for FORGET ABOUT IT AND IT WILL GO AWAY UNTIL THE AUDITIONS ARE OVER AND OH! LOOK! TOO LATE NOW. Except this time I made a tragic error in the calculations. I mentioned it to one husband and one group of sistalahs and they all said "YEAH BABY!" and I was all "SHOOT!" and back and forth it went until thursday night when the fabulous Sherri-Ann was driving me to said audition while I breathed into a paper sack and tried not to throw up in her nice new mini-van. Dang crazy-ass supportive friends who act like stage mom's at the most inconvenient times! [Thanks a whole bunch, really, you rock baby!] Aaaaannyyway. I did it. I am done doing it. I have NOOO idea how it went (they are way too stone faced in those things). And when I get a call - either way - I'll let you know. There. No secret no more - now even the internet knows.