Anyway. Our house is an almost constant comedy hour, with Troy and Nicolas performing at will. I roll my eyes, Meg goes back and forth between eye-rolling, saying “Stop it!” and helpless giggles. There is a whole ensemble of “schtik” that they perform. And it just keeps getting bigger, and bigger. And bigger. Oy vey!
I honestly have no idea where all this stuff comes from. I mean, I know it’s from Troy’s crazy mind, but I am continually awed by the sheer magnitude of the stuff. It has been building up for almost 20 years now; I shudder to think of what the repertoire will look like by the time we’ve been married 40 years.
Once again I am left somewhat speechless in the glare of the schtik. I should have known better. I know at least half of you are desperate to press play now, so we might as well get on with it.