Okay, just kidding (the title) . It’s all smack, one of my favorite languages. I specialize in pig-latin and smack. Smack comes out in Monopoly and ig-latin-pay omes-cay out in oments-may en-whay I ant-way to say something ecret-say ithout-whay the kids atching-cay on. Anyways, on to the pictures [click to enlarge] of Her Greatness, because that’s what you’re all really here for, isn’t it?
Here I am being the wonderful and amazing mother that I am. Notice the hug—it’s as if I give them fifty thousand times a day, isn’t it? Did you notice the natural-ness of the pose (ignore the fact that I’m listening to a Steve Brown Etc. podcast, puh-lease—my mind was FULLY engaged with my child, I swear it!). And, well, that’s because I am just that good. Yes, my children shall rise up and call me blessed. After a few psychotherapy appointments, of course, to work through a few issues, like, say, when their mother began frothing at the mouth yesterday over the fact that we’ve lost SEVEN pairs of mittens this winter (and the snow hasn’t even melted yet!!!!$#%^&*)!!!!!!! Don’t worry. I came out of fetal position…eventually.

Here I am posing in the costume/make-up room before getting into my opening outfit for The King and I. That, for those unenlightened, is what makes a hoop skirt into a hoop skirt. I never had to wear any hoop skirts for the play, and was glad of it (I can barely walk normally in pants, much less a big bell), but they sure LOOK cool. I can’t believe that used to be standard fair for women. And corsets!? (Oh man, how could anyone have a working brain with that little oxygen going to it? Not that men haven’t had their fair share of silly clothing articles, of course)…

And THIS picture…? This one is my favorite. Here I am expounding to my best friend, Lydia, (at an indoor pool party for one of her six kids) about what she should think about everything, and why. Note her look of admiration and complete adoration. This, my dears, is exactly why we are friends. (I, er, won’t show you her facial expressions in the other pictures that got DELETED). She truly understands that a genius is in her midst, and responds accordingly. If I could find more people like that, I’d probably have more friends. So take note of that. You have a big opportunity in front of you. All it takes is recognizing me it for the wonderful chance it is.
And they said having a role in this play would go to my head. HA! I’m as humble as I ever was—maybe even more so.


















Posted by misterjackson on March 4, 2008 at 3:52 pm
Wow. You’re in rare form today, Molly!
~Leah
(yeah, yeah, I’m signed in as Tony. Whatever.)
Posted by molleth on March 4, 2008 at 4:56 pm
It’s called SERIOUS SARCASM!!!!!!!!!
Posted by molleth on March 4, 2008 at 5:25 pm
PS. I really like the facial hair you are growing, Leah… Really…
Posted by javadawn on March 4, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Did I ever tell you about the reenactment I went to? In full hoop?? And got stuck in the outhouse? I had a good grip on the edges of my dress, but it was a satin-y material and slipped from my hands – leaving me trapped on the one-seater unable to reach my dress edges. It was a memorable moment – especially when the man I didn’t know opened the door to help me capture the fly-away hoop. Sigh….there is little less humiliating than having someone you don’t know open the door to find you sitting there with your bloomers about your ankles and your dress in the air.
Some people have all the luck, huh?
I won’t EVEN tell you about the first time I got to be on stage in a hoop. It’s even worse. I’ll be thinking of you!
Posted by TulipGirl on March 4, 2008 at 7:07 pm
*LOL* Love the pics!
Posted by misterjackson on March 4, 2008 at 7:40 pm
The facial hair is new, I think it’s got something to do with all these hormones coursing through my veins.
With facial hair comes puking, apparently.
~Leah
(still signed in as Tony.)
Posted by Leigh Ann on March 4, 2008 at 8:31 pm
Love the Thomas Jammies!
Do we get pics of you in costume?
Posted by Fred on March 5, 2008 at 7:52 am
Those pics prove that you’re a blogger to be reckoned with.
Posted by Lydia on March 6, 2008 at 4:32 pm
Must be your elevated testosterone . . . the admiration of a woman and all that. We really need to get you checked.