Saturday, June 09, 2012


Tonight at work I was going up an escalator and I had the sensation that my fly was down and that my dongbone was poking out of my pants.  It wasn't. 

Just got home from work, and I'm kickin' back with a G&T.  The Jeanners and the Sam must be asleep, or else they have gone out to some super-awesome underground Mother/Son club. 

The house is quiet.

Two things that I have appreciated greatly over the past few weeks:

1.  The work of Dr. Harvey Karp.  I hope that wherever that man is, he is sitting back with a fruity drink while scantily clad men and women fan him with enormous tropical leaves.  I would be totally willing to pay him $30 a month for the rest of my life. 

2.  All the damned ceiling fans that we have put in this place.  I can't tell if I don't mind the way they look or if I hate the way they look, but Jeez-o I love having constantly moving air. 

I'm gonna try not to eat a huge breakfast tomorrow, but I bet I end up eating a huge breakfast tomorrow.