I've mentioned before that my youngest brother, Todd, is an actor. Living with him can be - trying. I tease him all the time that his career is "pretending" for a living. Right now he has set up a mini-photo studio in the basement to work on his headshots. I constantly have to run lines with him for his auditions, and he's currently doing very loud vocal warm-ups for today's audition. We just had a conversation that went like this:
Me: "Actors. Can't live with 'em...."
Todd: "And they won't move out of your house."
Exactly.
Me: "Actors. Can't live with 'em...."
Todd: "And they won't move out of your house."
Exactly.
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Reading over some of your posts, I'll have to come back and visit again. Nice blogs!
How do you get a musician off your porch?
Pay for the pizza.
The fact that I was schlepping Dominos at the time made it sting so much more.
Anyway, I'm shocked that there's been no indignant rebuttal from said actor.