Mel nicknamed me that, and for obvious reasons. Despite massive stage fright, I was BORN for the theater!!!
Now, when you say it in your head, it’s to be in a sing-song tone. Maybe Mel can demonstrate for you. Only Mel can do it right.
I earned the name because of my flair -and dare I say panache- that I brought to everyday events. Mess up a recipe? Lament how awful it is. Forget to do something? End of the world. Must arrive early or else we are late. And oh my goodness, slight injuries… Well, they require the emergency room. Didn’t I tell yall about the whole vasovagal response that makes me faint? Drama.
So let it be proclaimed that my children inherited theater from me, and I have a flair for the dramatic.
Case in point, this entry. I’m typing this out with my right ring finger on the left mouse button, using my legs to rotate my chair until the cursor is on the correct selection. It’s incredibly slow and tiring, but asking for help moving my head to use my eyes would be inconveniencing. Plus, I have postnasal drip which chokes me, and I can be all dramatic about that!
I’m very serious. I panic about snot in my throat.
Why am I oversharing, you ask? Well, Reader-land, I’ll tell you.
I needed to write something humorous, something that didn’t have anything to do with anything because I have a lot of serious thoughts and problems, not the least of which are my head and snot. I wanted to just be silly.