I do have one advantage...the route from work to our performance venue takes me by my house, so I do make sure I forget something each day so I can swing in to give the wife and kids a peck on the cheek.
So...since I haven't had time to develop an opinion on anything this week, I'll just embaress myself by posting costume pictures! They will look much better with the makeup...maybe I'll make folks suffer through those as well next week.
This is Gus...the Theater Cat, a sad broken down cat trying to have one last taste of glory.
This is my Bustopher Jones...the fat cat about town.
My wifes says it looks like I was eaten by a sofa...and that's how it feels. I'm wearing a lot of padding under that suit, and the outer suit itself is basically a carpet someone sewed into a circle and added arms onto. It weighs about 35 pounds.
God Bless Febreeze.