November 24, 2008
Me to Fred, right before I ran on stage following a quick costume change: “Does my hair look stupid?”
Fred: “…Does it matter?”
Me: *Shock! Outrage!*
Minutes later, after our scene:
Me: “Does it ‘matter?!’”
Fred: “What? You’re Rosie, the craaazy stage manager!”
Me: “I’m still a WOMAN!”
Backstage, waiting for my “showgirl” entrance. The General harrumphing and coughing up a small kitten in the corner.
Me: Are you okay?
The General: This is what you have to look forward to as you get older.
Me: Oh great.
The General: It’s only going to get worse, my dear. Eventually, it’s all about phlegm management.