No acid, Pony! Bad Pony!

My husband pinged me today and said "We should flip to see who takes Lyric to see this."

Then he sent this link, and he said, "Loser has to take her. Obviously."

I lost the flip.

So for me, one day, it will be all "Teapots and rainbows, castles and unicorns, balloons and fancy dress-up clothes will fill the stage…"

But the key moment of horror, dear readers, happens only after you click "WATCH STAGE TRAILER SHOW NOW!"

So you really must watch the trailer video. (And I really must remember to ask Kevin what he was searching for that he ran across this?)

If you've never dropped acid, I think it's now reasonable, after watching the video, for you to say that you have. And if you are still dropping acid (why are you still dropping acid?!), you know where to go hang out next time you get some.

Although, when I said that to Kevin, he said "If I were on acid at that show, I really think I would kill myself. I mean it. Really."

Poor Lyric. She has no idea what she's getting herself into if she decides to like ponies or the color pink. Maybe if we take her to this show early on, she will develop a lifelong aversion to both.