In need of a good chuckle I picked up, “The Derry Girls,” from where my California gaggle and I left off. It’s really helpful to have a full-blooded Irish lass watching with you, but I soldiered on!
It’s so goofy, and I so wish I could have played the role of Sr. Michael. Or at least, I wish I could have been in on the writing of her lines, delivered dryly with such aplomb. What a hoot!
“Once Upon a Mattress,” had another role I desperately sought in my youth. However, I was cast as Lady Larkin, the sweet one, not Princess Winnifred, the loud and brash character. Apparently my big mouth was smaller then?
Today I shall cast myself in the role of gardener as the sun is shining and the wind has abated. Perhaps the neighbors will hear me belting, “Shy,” as I pull the weeds overtaking the property? Hm. Is that why my friend, “Pary” wears ear protection when he’s outside? I shan’t take it personally.