The next thing you know you're singing 'Surrey With the Fringe On Top' in front of Ira!

Ok, fine. I wasn't singing 'Surrey With the Fringe On Top' in front of Ira. Details schmetails. The next thing you know, however, I was standing in front of a huge blue screen filming a commercial. I never tell what product it's for.

I'm stoopidtitious that way.

Oh how I've missed you, my little bloggy world. From Saturday on it's been a whirlwind. First up we were getting the house ready for new carpet. The American Dream hasn't had new carpet since the folks moved in...like 20 years ago. And the old shizz was blue and pink. I tell you no lie, my friends, blue and pink carpet. Now imagine how much stuff you can accumulate in 20 years and the raising of not one but two children, so there was a hist ton of stuff to move.

Here's something you might not know about me: I'm a bit high maintenance. *STOP LAUGHING!* Alright, fine. You probably guessed that...but with the new carpet we seized the opportunity to move the kiddo from the delux  apartment in the basement to the guest room giving him his very.own.room. *sob*. So we turn the delux apartment in the basement into a playroom/tv room/office and with this move we decide to inhabit TOTT's childhood bedroom complete with baseball trophies and fantabulous 80's wallpaper.

Here's the thing kids, me and wallpaper...well we are the opposite of two great tastes that taste great together. There's only room for one of us in that bedroom, and it's me. So it was with the theme from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly playing in my head, and a Law & Order marathon playing on the tv, that I took to telling that paper to get to stepping.

It was three very frustrating hours later, and one trip to Target for a steamer (Dear God, thank you for the steamer, love me.) that TOTT burst in the room crying "We have VIP Wiggles Tickets! I got em!"

He might have even yelped 'beauuuuuuuty mate!' but I can't be sure because I was too busy trying not to fall off the ladder whilst holding a steamer full of boiling water. And we all know how klutzy I am just standing on solid ground.

I swear to you, TOTT wasn't even that excited when we got Paul McCartney tickets. Oh, small child, what have you turned us into?

People who will join the wiggles fan club in order to get advance VIP tickets apparently. So soon we will be boogying with those crazy kids in the big red car. Do you suppose Jeff knows he is the creepiest Wiggle? Ah well, M is all about Murray anyway. Murray has the guitar so Max only has eyes for Murray.

I cannot believe I just typed that sentence.

As we raced to get everything ready for the big move/ new carpet (which of course, you know, means painting everything in sight, refinishing dressers and new bedding...I must have new bedding!) I got a last minute call for an audition on Monday for a commercial that shot on Tuesday. Suh-weet. I always do good on quick decision calls!

My very first commercial evah was one of these, and I was so lucky to work with the awesomest jokester in the land- Joel McHale who for reals took such good care of me on the set that I thrill every time I see him on tv. He is so deserving of his success.

Also, I saw him at Aroma Cafe once and his kid and my kid had the same stroller. So obviously I can declare us B.F.F.'s in my delusional land.  I wonder if his stroller is as useless and broken as mine is. Harumph.

So the symmetry is not lost on me. My very first commercial ever, and my very first commercial back from having my baby were very similar experiences. Except this time no Joel McHale, just me and blue screen and a teleprompter. I'm like Obama, y'all, I do so love a teleprompter.