"It's about birdhouses and bad gifts.  It will all be improv.  I need two women who will fight over the birdhouse.  Who wants to do it?"

Scrappy as I am, I love a good fight.    "Sure, I'll do it!"  And that's how I ended up fighting over a birdhouse in a shoot my friend invited me to be in.

The improv was on the spot - one or two takes of fun and then it was over.

That's it - one two three.  Easy shoot.

OK, leave my name out of it.  This was non union work.  But it was fun.  

Good chips and dip too.  The guac was so good, I didn't just eat it, I gobbed it.  Four inches high of guacamole on each tiny chip.

"What happened to the guacamole?"  I tip-toed away from the empty bowl. 

Who would suspect me?  I was busy fighting over the birdhouse.