So this morning, I got up and looked under my bed and there were the kittens with Brad. I think I'm going to try to find a box to put them in so I don't have to shimmy under my bed and get my hair stuck in the wires every time I want to check on them.

Oh. My. God. I just can't get over the whole line-flub-cucumber-thing yesterday. I left the Gigantic Cucumber in my dressing room. Hopefully, no one got any strange ideas. Jessica probably left a note beside it for everyone to see: "Gilbert, pick this up before Act Two, Scene One so you can 'please' Anne." Oh, you bastard people. Why did it have to happen to me? it went something like this:

ME: (laughing) Can you believe she said that?
KYLE: No way! You must have been so embarrassed. That's so funny.
(We both spot the giant cucumbers.)
(long pause)
KYLE: (handing me a cucumber) Maybe this is what she was talking about. Here. From me to you.
ME: (Takes cucumber, laughs, backs away slowly, and runs embarrassed into dressing room.)

Here is a picture of the kittens under my bed that I took holding a flashlight in my other hand. Sorry if it's bad.

So there you go. I still have to name them, though. I'm going for a theme, or something, maybe. Since there's four of them, maybe Huey, Duey, Luey, and Randolph. Or maybe Cordelia, Geraldine, Victoria, and Josephine. Who cares if they're boy cats.

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