Auntie Johanna is visiting us for a long weekend. This morning when Eliza and I got up before Jim or Auntie Johanna. I had to go to work and left the Small Person happily playing with her Littlest Pet Shop, with instructions that if she needed help or got bored, … more behind the clicky
Hey-o — in yesterday’s comments, Jo pointed out that I never updated you vis-a-vis the Pretty Pony shoes and our plane travel. I should rectify that oversight, particularly since I should give credit where it’s due: I took the advice in Major Bedhead’s comment and told Eliza I had to … more behind the clicky
The Small Person is passed out like a drunk after a bender on my bed. A very small, footie-pajama’d drunk. This is a very good thing, and I would like to thank the makers of Tylenol for making it all possible. Last night she went to bed upset because, “My … more behind the clicky
This afternoon, Eliza and I were called to action to help a good friend who is unexpectedly in the hospital, being induced, and needed to have some items brought from home. Because she was so patient about all the hither-ing and yon-ing we had to do, particularly given the miserable … more behind the clicky
1. I am too pretentious for my own good: On Saturday night, while we were watching Wanted, I referred to Timur Bekmambetov as an auteur. I think the New Yorker’s Anthony Lane, whose reviews I eagerly anticipate every week, is equally helpless before the onslaught. Here is my favorite paragraph … more behind the clicky