Pokerface? No.

"Omigod,that was so cute! Do it again!"

What, this?

I curl up my fingers and tap my closed fists together rapidly several times, a sort of small silent clapping that indicates my awareness of the fact that I am in a public place and mustn't clap out loud. And yet not so aware as to consider being gestureless completely.

My cousin is getting married, and I'm excited. She says I'm invited, and I love being invited to weddings.

I explain to the woman at the coffeebar beside me that I'm too old to be invited to many weddings, that most people my age are on their second one by now, which they often don't make much of a deal of. They're actually on their second divorce, a lot of them. I do not say this part out loud.

"Are you kidding? I'm just thirty and lots of people I know are on their second spouse."

She's got a lot of grey in her hair for thirty. They know how to fix that these days, sweetheart.

I do not say this out loud.

You all have set the bar too high for the techno-tard. Even if I had a digital camera, I'm sure I wouldn't know how to use it. If I did know how to use it, downloading images to my laptop would be outside my capabilities. Imagine that I'd got as far as downloading- adding images to a blog entry would baffle me.

Strike that- blogging is the one thing in my life that's reasonably simple.

A short synopsis of life:

We are deep in Spring Semester, though the mounds of fluff outside belie that. Three dance classes a week, four drama classes, and two days of rehearsal mean very little in the way of free time. Once The Hobbit closes (tech week is the end of this month- I'm doing sound while Garrett dwarfs it up), we'll have breathing space again. Alaina and Garrett both dance, Garrett performs, and I teach drama. Crazy? yes. But being as I'm semi-employed with a truck-driving husband and homeschooled kids, I don't even have a nodding acquaintance with 'normal.'

Which as far as I can tell is a good thing.