Picture this...minus the in-sync choreography, the costumes, and the stage presence.
At this point, we're not ready. Not a bit. Not a smudge. Not a skosh. (<-- not sure why I turn yiddish when I'm worried about stuff like this...it's tres fremd)
I tell you, he had it coming! The schmuck!
Pray for us.
mjl.
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