He's Ray C...he's all set to GO.

Following the eighth grade performance of Peter Pan, Natale, Lovesquish, Megan, Bryan, and I took it upon ourselves to get dismissed after we were done with today's preview experience and go out to purchase some director's gifts.

Mission: Accomplished.

I would just like to say that, were it up to me, we would have bought some pretty interesting items. Of course, by interesting I mean WONDERFUL. By wonderful I mean a Bratz Catz (tm), which is the feline version of the ever classy Bratz (tm) dolls, complete with cologen lips and its very own purse; A pair of Hook Upz (tm), named Nick and Sugar, which are small, bendable dolls that were dressed in a way that resembled a pimp and his prostitute, aptly named not for what automatically comes to mind, but for the fact that they can "Hook up" to your child's backpack. Obviously the dominatrix, leather clad plush doll was named Sugar and not Sarah or Stacey; and finally, most hilariously, a clear plastic backpack chock full of one thing that no person should ever have to go without: Plastic Cats. This lovely little kit had a name, my friends. Cats in a plastic backpack= Hairball Roundup (tm), a riveting playset where your youngster can position the plastic cats and make them scurry around as needed. 

Obviously these are the quality type toys that any parent would want their children to spend time playing with. Apparantly they are not the type of toys that one would buy the director of their musical.

Days like this just make my life.