I am one happy bitch!

I couldn't even breathe when I walked up the sidewalk to the playhouse door this afternoon to check the cast list. The pen in my sweaty hand was bent to the point where it will forever have white stretchy marks. I looked at the list, and Yes!

I am Creon!

A handful of football players leaving the gym stopped to stare in horror at my spasmotic whiteboy happydance across the playhouse lawn to my car. Having watched Army of Darkness three nights ago, I was prepped to look at them and give my best Ash imitation: "Hail to the King, Baby!"

Damn it feels good to be a goddess in progress.