A little bit about me...
I’m from New York, which means I am a very good parallel parker, and also, I'm usually pretty direct in what I say, which can either make for a quick friend or an annoyed telemarketer. But since the shortest route between two points is short… well, I’m short. I used to only date guys over 6’3” and now I wonder what my obsession with belt buckles must have been about.
I have two sons. I adore them more than chocolate, which I can’t eat anymore because it gives me migraines. But believe me, that's saying a lot. But nothing matters more than Harry and Sammy. (Don't look at me like that, box of Godiva).
I like to tell stories. I love magical stuff where dogs talk and guys fall in love with lamps and women turn into trees. I adore magical realism. Spike Jonze is one of my heroes. I have this weird dream that I meet him and I kiss him and he turns into a frog. When kids fly, I melt into a gob of goo.
I’m married to a swell guy named Jonathan whom I met when I was in a show dressed like an old hag with a big nose and a hunchback. I guess he thought I was sexy. Actually, he thought some other woman in the show was sexy and I happened to still be there cleaning up the props (and anyway, he had a girlfriend). It took about year before he saw me again in a different show and I had lost the hunchback and the nose. We got engaged two months later and those boys came out of that, so… I guess I kissed a frog who was a prince.
Uh, oh… There goes my shoe.