Friday, May 30, 2008


I feel that I need to start with an apology to all of you, although most of you will probably find what follows below (in Troy’s part) more amusing than I do. Even though I chose this topic, I did not think through the madness that would ensue. And yes, I know what is in Troy’s post today because the sound of it was echoing down the hall and I was unable to escape.

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.

Follow this link and turn up the volume!


Victoria said...


megan said...

Kirsten said...

Thank you. You've officially kicked me into schtik mode for the rest of the day. I just had a complete conversation with my daughter in a voice reminiscent of Billy Crystal in the When Harry Met Sally museum scene when Harry says (and gets Sally to repeat), "Waiter, there is too much pepper on my paprikash...but I would be proud to partake of your pecan pie." Love it.