Twenty four.

The Messrs. played with guns tonight.....

"Oh, Mr. P - that's quite a barrel, isn't it?"

Twenty three.

"I say, Mr. P - is this a kitchen or a science experiment?"

Twenty two.

So, I killed two blogs with one stone tonight and brought the Messrs. P to the bookstore to look at sexy books.

"Please, Mr. P - not so close!  You'll ruin your eyes!"

Twenty one.

On Sunday,  the Messers. P enjoyed some time out in the sunshine before the matinee.

"Isn't the beach nice this time of year?  Wait...."

Twenty.

My dear friend, Lori, came all the way from Nashville, Tennessee to see the show I'm doing [Assassins, running through April 16, 2011 at Trustus Theatre].  We met our dear friend, Paul for lunch and a short tour of 5 Points (where Lori used to live and work, back in the day). 

First stop was Blue Cactus.  I got my usual: Be Bim Bop with tofu, no egg. 

"Please, Mr. P - easy on the hot sauce.  You know I have a delicate constitution!"

Nineteen.

The Messrs. P had a much better time at the theatre tonight.  They got to play around in the make-up drawer and hang out with the fellas.  They are a little over-excited at the moment, but that's nothing a hot toddy and a half a Xanax won't cure.

"Oh, Mr. P - this really opens up your eyes!"

Eighteen.

The Messrs. P. went to the theatre tonight. 

"Mr. P - please come down from there - you're making me dyspeptic."