Avery came over Sunday night for some Gingerbread House making (not award winning…but every craft is a chance to learn a valuable lesson…mostly about my own impatience).  After a yummy fried chicken dinner (add cinnamon to your breading, trust me), the girls wanted to entertain us with a show.  A SHOW! The Old President of The Thespians Momma, circa 1989, got very excited.  The THEATER…how lovely.

They made sets and carefully taped them to the wall.  I applauded in great anticipation.  They dressed in Princess costumes.  I enthusiastically set up chairs for the audience.  They insisted on turning off the lights and asked that I use flashlights as their spotlights.  I ooh’ed and ahhe’d their creative genius. They put on stage makeup.  I cringed at the mess, but then passed around refreshments in excitement.  They insisted the show take place around a floor puzzle featuring different styles of dance.  I raised my eyebrows and asked that they not slip on it.  The show basically involved them running back and forth across the kitchen, so I really don’t want to go into details about how many TIMES or in how many WAYS they slipped on that puzzle.  It wasn’t pretty.

They hung a dog in effigy off the pantry door.

???

The show went south from there.  It was less “42nd street” and more “Equus”.  Not that they blinded the dog, but I can’t suppose his role as the “hung dog” was all that comfortable.  I believe he was placed there out of convenience, and actually to ensure his safety as the sugared up-lipstick-covered princesses slid like drunk skiers all over the stage, but nonetheless, his presence gave the entire show a dark, eerie feel.

You know, now that I write this review, I believe this show might have been a Western.  That puts the whole thing in a new light.  The Saloon Girls are clearly protesting a “hangin’” of their Deputy Dog.  They are rejecting their showgirl lifestyles and are on the run.  There you have it!  A few guns and a horse, and this performance would have been perfect!