It’s that horrible time again. Teresa and I are forcing ourselves to figure out and rehearse our upcoming puppet show, and as always, it’s past ten o’clock at night, and we’re very much hating puppets. Though Teresa came up with a brilliant script that I’m excited to try. It’s about a guy named Mister Grumpy Pants who can’t stand Christmas carolers and is determined to eradicated the phrase “merry Christmas” from the common vernacular by assaulting people with bottle of Rogaine, constraining them to exclaim instead, “Hairy Christmas!” It’s arguably our stupid / best show yet.