Thank You For Thanking Me

"I couldn't have done it without the SJG."

Oh, Bryan.  You didn't have to thank me during your acceptance speech.  But I am honored that you singled me out as the gal who taught you everything you know.  It wasn't always easy, my friend. There were times you wanted to ditch the acting lessons and watch baseball, instead. There were times when you said, " SJG!  Enough with the 'here's how Heisenberg would say it,' " and shoved a bagel in my mouth to shut me up.  And then, a few weeks ago, when I appeared on Broadway with you, my decision to shout suggestions from the audience -- "More drawl, Bryan!  LBJ was a Texan, not a Sherman Oaksan!" -- during your performance, you had your personal security guard escort me out of the theater.  That was a little harsh, Bryan.  But hey, it's okay.  I get it.  Sometimes the student becomes the teacher and you taught me a lesson in humility.   So thank you for that, Bryan.  And thank you for thanking me for scoring you that nice shiny Tony.  In case you've run out of space for all those awards you keep getting, I'm happy to make room on my shelf.