Swimmin in the Deep Blue Sea

If you ever watch Bravo's Inside the Actor's Studio, you may pick up on a common thread that many actors become "entertainers" to make their mothers laugh, etc.

Well, I LOVE music, love it. No ambivalence whatsoever. So Frankie comes up to me just about every day to tell me about songs he's written. Last Friday he sang, "Yummy, Yummy Soda," to me. Tonight he came up to tell me that his new song titles are, "Swimmin in the Deep Blue Sea," "Doggie Woggie," "We Gotta Fight," and something else about dogs, but I can't remember the name exactly. He's kinda in to the Beach Boys right now, so I would imagine that most of the tunes sound familiar, in a Beach Boy-y way. It's a hoot.

Frank is really holding me to my commitment to not work so much. Last Sunday he overheard me tell our neighbor Dani that I was going to take Monday off and sit in the sun. As it turned out there wasn't any sun, and I did take the day off in a way. I went down to the wholesale flower market and bought lots of fresh (wholesale) flowers, arranged them, put some more inventory on the floor, oh, and on the way back from the flower market, I stopped in at Terre Verde and CJ Kard to do something spying, I mean shopping.

Doug picked Frank up from Children's Choice and they stopped by the market (the art market) on the way to Tae Kwon Do and he said, "HEY MOM, YOU weren't going to work today, you were going to sit in the sun. WHAT'S GOING ON?" Yep, he yelled at me. I asked him if he was worried I was working too hard. He said, "Didn't you learn anything after falling off that ladder?" Outa the mouths of babes I tell ya. Pure wisdom.