Shitwasher

Woke up this morning and went to unload the dishwasher and it was showing some sort of E15 error message.  So I have just spent the better part of two hours doing some online research and trying to get the damned thing working again.  Knock on wood, it seems to be running again now.  But relatively brand new appliances shouldn't be giving us trouble.  And I haven't been crazy about this dishwasher in the first place.

Oh well.  It's just a thing.

Comedy of Errors has opened and it made some tremendous progress in its last week of rehearsals and previews.  I'm pretty pleased with how the set turned out, I think it's probably the best set that we've had out at that space.  The show itself turned out OK.  I'm glad it's up and running and I can stop sinking time into it.

(...time passage...)

I wrote the paragraphs above yesterday, and now I'm writing the rest today. 

We went to Ian's wedding yesterday evening, and it was a nice wedding, but damn if going to parties with kids isn't just a big ol' pain in the ass.  When I picture in my head going to some sort of party or event with Samuel, he's always sitting on my lap or playing peacefully or having polite and cute conversation with another guest.  But the reality is that he's just CRAZED the entire time.  It's like taking a cocaine addict to a party and expecting to have a nice, quiet evening.  It doesn't work.  Highlight of the day was when Anna took a nice, long nap on me, which she never does. 

In about 2 weeks, the whole fam will be descending on the Lou, and we'll be driving, which should be quite the fucking adventure.  Keep us in your bedtime prayers.