My Lips, God's Ears

Or so the Toad tells me.

Just a few short weeks ago, I mentioned to him, in an encouraging sort of way (oh, yes, it was!) that he should get involved with the local theatre. The Reitz does some pretty good work--considering that a scant dozen or so years ago, it was an old church, with scary old Avenue theatre seats.

The seats have since been refurbished, and the place actually looks like a theatre these days. They have a marquee out front and everything. The local non-profit organization that runs it has done a fantastic job in bringing outside travelling groups, as well as promoting local talent, and is even used by the local private (Catholic) school for their productions.

And the Toad isn't involved. Talented as he is, he's also talented at coming up with excuses. (It doesn't help that the current prima donna running the thing doesn't like my boy--although, I'm guessing it has more to do with the fact that he has more talent than she and her spawn put together do--and she has subtly made him unwelcome. She looks like an aging Rita Moreno on crack. And she thinks she's some sex bomb....when just a not-in-a-good-way bomb about covers it.)

Anyway, my Toadly was working the drive-thru the other night, and his old Middle School music teacher rolls through. She's heading up "The King and I" at the Reitz, and needs more male voices...she basically wouldn't leave until he agreed to do it.

She slapped a schedule on him and tonight, he's off to music practice.

He came home that night and told me he hated me. I had him narrow that down, and this is what it was.

My lips, God's ears.

THANK YOU, GOD!