23 days

It's that time of year again. You know  the one - the one where I'm stressed - grouchy - and everything gets neglected. Yup, it's play season again. We perform in 23 days. (That makes me a little sick to my stomach) Until April 2nd, I'm sorry I'm neglectful - you should try being married to me - rarely a night exists where I'm not gluing feathers. 23 days.