I love musical theatre--thanks Mom--and Sundays are usually my musicals day. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you!! Sundays is "Musical Day" because 99.9% of musicals are completely Sunday appropriate. Also, I have tons of free time on Sunday because:
Cap'n...you must have done something good. |
A. I don't work or do homework on Sundays
and
B. Musicals are super awesome, just like Sundays!
Gene, you can sing for me in the rain whenever you feel so inclined! |
Look at the nerdily handsome and goofy face! How can you resist that?! Achem..the one on the left...incase you were worried about my sanity. |
STORY TIME!
I don't know about you, but story time was always my favorite part of elementary school (the first being nap time...duh). So this one time (not at band camp) I was living with the bestest roommate ever Keishbobeish, and I was waiting for a letter from my missionary. If you know a girl who writes a missionary, letters are serious. If you mess with the letters or anything to do with mail, YOU.WILL.DIE. No joke. So one day I was checking the mail and I was by myself in the mail room. I wasn't expecting a letter cause it was so late I wasn't sure if it was coming at all! But it was THERE! If you can imagine my excitement...then you know what happened next. I busted into dance like Michael Jackson! Whoo!! "The way you make me feeeeeel!!" Achem. Anywho... as it turns out I wasn't alone in the mail room. The girl in there cleared her throat to let me know she was there. I stopped mid moon walk (or what was my attempt at the moon walk.. not pretty) and blushed. She understood me though. She looked at me and said, "Missionary letter?" All I could do was nod, turn around, and walk away. For those two or three moments my life was a musical, and IT.WAS.EPIC!
I'm Just Sayin'
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