Gamma Rosie and I are making a music video which could get Gramma into trouble. Yesterday we used some locations, backdrops and props without signed releases; as a result, Gramma Rosie said our short film might not be released until the Sundance Film Festival or until she's carefully out of sight on a flight to the Himalayas, whichever one comes first. I want to go on record here and now that Gramma gave me permission to break a few rules with the promise that I wouldn't repeat the performance without supervision or permission. All actions were done for the purpose of artistic expression, and while I was the performer, Gramma Rosie was the Choreographer and director, so any complaints must be filed with her if you can find her.
After working in the studio for most of the morning, we headed off to Staples to buy a few supplies. I got some neat workbooks and Drew latched onto another set of bathtub paints. After supervising crafts with both of us and then seeing us paint bathtub graffiti, Gramma Rosie said you couldn't pay her enough to home school us, so if you've given that any thought, forget it. She said go ahead and send us off to the great unknown when we are four and let the teachers earn their money.
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