On My Own

Made a bet with Cowboy that Eponine dies again. Since this is the final tour of Les Miserables, he believes that maybe the producers will throw in a twist. I tell him the cat shouldn't be hopping all over those barricades and should just stay home. We made a similar bet last Christmas when he thought Scrooge would stay bad in a version of "The Christmas Carol" he saw. That's something for Late Night Theater to take on some year.

He's going to the Musical Hall to see Les Miz for the gazillionth time. He first saw it in Kansas City back in 1988. Before me! I'm sure he'll enjoy, regardless of Eponine's outcome.

In addition to TV watching on a Sunday night, normally I get to watch him fold clothes, do work, pay bill, write notes and complete other duties. I'm on my own tonight. I'll have the company of Ty and some deserving family, housewives, and the doctors of Seattle. I always wonder what the design team does with the family's pets while tearing down the house. But I love watching them move that bus! By the way, where is Zach? Plus, I'm tired of the person in the basement. Get on with the storyline, for heaven's sake. Oh, and I hope Meredith doesn't get back with McDreamy.