Cute Peter conversation held yesterday:

We've gone through all the hi-how-are-you-what-are-you-doings, and he says to me:

Peter: "We found a caterpillar."

Me: "Really?"

Peter: "A big one, with horns."

Me: "What's his name?"

Peter: "Horney." Long pause. "I'll go find him for you!"

So he rushed outside with the phone and hunted for a caterpillar, all the while I'm saying: "Peter? Hello? Peter? Peter! Are you there? Peter, darlin', where are you? Peter!"

Finally: "Yes?"

Me: "What are you doing?"

Peter: "I'm finding the caterpillar for you."

Me: "But, honey, remember, I can't see it!"

Long pause.

Peter: "Oh yeeaaaaah!"

I love my little brother!

On to other things . . . .

Last night was absolutely marvelous! I went to the Wagon Wheel Gala last night, the theater's fiftieth anniversary celebration, and there were four amazing Broadway and Chicago stars performing, along with Crystal and the present cast . . . it was a formal event, so naturally I dressed up . . . and was WAY overdressed (is there ANYONE out there suprised at this?)! My word! There I  was, be-gloved, be-curled, be-jeweled, with a sharp escort who looked oh-so-very-neat in a kilt/tux (hope he's not embarrassed by reading that . . . but he really looked amazing, like a character out of a Scottish fairy tale, maybe one of George MacDonald's), and the rest of the audience thought we must be part of the show!

It was a little embarrassing, but awfully fun! As he said (I paraphrase): "What matters is that everyone notices just how cool we are!"

The cat in me purred . . . . I've learned from my Rilla to thoroughly enjoy getting more attention than is good for me . . . .

And the flower fairy in me was awfully pleased as well . . . I felt more like a fairy princess . . . with roses! (Huge Smile!)

Crystal said that the cast and crew at least were VERY pleased to see some people so dressed up. She said they were all bewailing the fact that Warsaw shows up for what was advertised as a FORMAL event in slacks and polo shirts . . . . So perhaps we weren't OVERdressed . . . the rest of the world was UNDERdressed!

Hard to say what my favorite songs of the night were . . . probably "Brush Up Your Shakespear," which made me laugh so hard! Maybe "In His Eyes," which nearly made me cry . . . . Also enjoyed, "I Want to Be Happy," that included marvelous tap dancing, and the "Harlem Nocturne" trumpet solo . . . . But it was all great!

So, Crystal says that I'm nauseatingly cheery afterwards, which is rather a surprised because, despite all sorts of good intentions, I didn't get to bed until after 1:00, and woke up again at 4:00 and couldn't fall asleep again . . . still, she says it's cute so it's okay . . . I do feel some sympathy for Cinderella the morning after the ball, however . . . 'cause the fireplace and cinders are still there, the floor still needs mopping . . . and the customers still want their soups . . . .