My super-health nut husband brought home some kind of killer germ for all of us the other day, so our house has more or less shut down and entered the red-nose-wiping zone. We are so rarely in this zone, and yet here we are again, within a couple of months of our last visit. Ugh.
After getting poor Cheeks to bed last night, Pants and I cozied up on the couch, zonked out on cold meds, and stared blindly at Lost. (Yeah, I know, not exactly toddler-friendly fare, but my judgment was impaired. He wasn't really watching anyway.) During one of his "I can't get comfortable" squirm-fits, I told him that I felt his pain and that "colds suck." He looked over at me with bleary eyes and nodded his head, like he totally got it, and said, "Yeah, my sucks." Poor guy. My husband then informed me this morning that teaching him "sucks" is not a good idea. Bad judgment call #2. So sue me.
To brighten my own spirits, I thought I'd share a little of that clown-love story I mentioned earlier. Then I'm going to explain why I think polygamy is a great idea. Up for it?
Last month, I escaped the crazy house and went to Houston with my parents, a gift from them for this past Christmas. I'm a fanatic about staying in hotels anytime I get the chance, so this was a much-longed-for break. The highlight of the trip was a night out to see Corteo by Cirque du Soleil. We had Tapis Rouge access, which means you enter through a private VIP "red tent," hang out there before the show and at intermission, mingle with special Cirque du Soleil characters, and get to snack on all sorts of delicious drinks and alcoholic beverages. If you ever have the opportunity to go to a traveling Cirque show, it's worth going "Tapis Rouge" at least once.
Without going into full-on review mode, I thoroughly adored Corteo. I've seen quite a few Cirque du Soleil shows, but this has to be one of my top three favorites. Very dressed-down, compared to some of the others, but spectacular. The difference this time is that I fell in love. With a clown... (cont'd)