So I took the kids to the soundstage today, to the production office, to be fitted for their parade scene costumes, which will shoot on the 28th of this month. Walking in was way cool. All the rooms were set up to look like Lincoln's office, a dining room, a kitchen, a living room...set in the late 1800's. It was like stepping back in time. And I felt a pang of sadness and anger that the scene in which I was going to be a part of was cut from the script. On our way out we stopped to watch a scene being filmed and I was just that much sadder that it wasn't ME in front of the camera...and it isn't going to be any time soon. At least, that's how I feel.

I'll just stop dreaming that way I won't be disappointed when one comes true, but then somebody realizes their mistake and quickly snatches it away from me.