Schtick

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!