I feel like I should start with a joke.

A priest, a rabbi, and a bishop walk into a bar. But the bishop was so busy he blew the punchline. Yea, it’s not very funny. But it’s also my reality. (My coach says everything can be a laughing matter, so I’m working on it. )

Did you ever notice how bishop’s are busy…

Nope. I still don’t get it.

Knock, knock, who's there? Not the bishop.

Gah.

The best part of my week was the front row seat I have in my kids’ lives. Best show in town. The plot has it all: there is a love story, there is drama involving serious wig emergencies, there is a hero’s tale that looks a lot like a scene from Lord of the Flies set to music and choreographed with flying sabers, and, of course, a coming-of-age story about a novice DJ demonstrating some sweet dance moves at the spring daddy-daughter dance.

I don’t even have to pay for a ticket. I just wake up and it all unfolds in front of me. Curtains up, people. It’s time to entertain me.

You should see their bit about inversely related demand curves. It kills every time.