I forgot to mention that I once landed the role of "God" in Mark Twain's play The Diaries of Adam and Eve.
For two months every time my husband was foolish enough to ask me anything like "who do you think you are?" I answered, "I am God."
I was basically intolerable. I'd do it again.
For two months every time my husband was foolish enough to ask me anything like "who do you think you are?" I answered, "I am God."
I was basically intolerable. I'd do it again.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?


