When I found out the folks from Last Comic Standing were going to be in town, I got giddy.  I crafted a two-minute routine that just couldn't loose.  I couldn't even get through it myself without chuckling at the jokes.

The commercial said to go down to the Acme Comedy Club in Minneapolis around 6 this morning to line up and the auditions would start at 9 AM!

I thought "Cool, I'll get Andrew full of food, take the lawn chair, put on some comfy clothes and we'll go sit out there until they call my name.  I talked it over with Andrew and he was game (yeah right, the boy ain't but 8 months old... he ain't put up much of a fuss after I put that cookie in his mouth). 

I talked to Shawn and of course he was against it, "Honey, Andrew isn't feeling well. He's teething and pooping like it's going out of style.  Perhaps you should pass!"  Shawn always supports me in my comedic endeavors. He flew me to Denver when I made it to the regional round of Funniest Mom in America... and anytime I'm on stage, he's front and center, laughing the loudest and clapping the hardest!

Now I love my husband and most of the time, OK, some of the time... all right, every now and again, I do exactly what he tells me to do.  But this time, I was hell-bent against his idea of missing out on this opportunity (even though he's right 99.9% of the time).  So I nodded in agreement and while he was showering last night, I secretly packed a bag for Andrew, some snacks for me and threw the lawn chair in the trunk. 

When he left for work this morning, I watched him drive down the road--when he turned the corner, I hurry up and got dressed, warmed up the car and woofed down breakfast.  I was right on schedule until I went to get Andrew ready.... he was a little cranky and kinda moody--which ain't like him, cause he's a morning person! He usually wakes up laughing and singing--but I wasn't gonna let that stop me--I was determined to get to this audition!

I brought him downstairs for breakfast and it happened--he baked a cake in his diaper. Not a regular cake, it was a three-layer-triple-decker-German-chocolate souffle!  So we cleaned up and tried to resume our morning ritual... but when I turned around to wash my hands, I realized that he had baked me some muffins.  OK, we cleaned up yet again and this time, I waited before giving him some food... which was a good idea because before you could blink--he had baked some chocolate tarts!

My poor little baby was sick from teething and his system was (in the words of Tom Jackson from ESPN) Jacked-Up!

He started crying, I started crying and it was then that I realized that this little baby is the most important thing and although this audition was a wonderful opportunity, it wasn't worth putting my baby boy's health at risk.  I am going to sit at home, nurse him, make sure he gets the fluids he needs, keep checking his temp and don't let him get dehydrated. 

At home is where I need to be... not in a two block line--outside in cold temps with my baby trying to audition for Last Comic Standing. 

This comic is sitting down, taking care of her baby and for once heeding the advice of her (almost) always right husband!