First a picture of my dad enjoying a smoke and a men's magazine with my oldest brother Michael. How old is my brother? Well, the world was still black & white when he was born! And doctors still smoked pipes. Hey Mike, happy upcoming birthday! Yer friggin' OLD!
After attending a fabulous BBQ down the road thanks to Finnegan's mom taking pity on my aloneness, I'm watching TV for the first time in a dog's age. Final rounds of the Spelling Bee followed by celebrities complaining about being famous on 20/20.
The Spelling Bee taught me a few words and made me resolve to work towards landmark anti-mustache-at-12 legislation. Those kids are such freaks it's great to watch because it curbs your urban impuse to enrich them and makes you want to let then run with wolves rather than take oboe lessons lest they end up like such stunted specimens -- children as Bonsai trees.
20/20 taught me... well nothing really, and I wasn't watching, but I'm too lazy to turn off the set or change the channel. Plus I've a vague memory of Hugo taking the batteries out of the remote. OK I'm about to get very boring. If you want to read a great new mommy blog, check out my recently re-found old friend Mary. She's doing the single parenting thing, she's down in Florida working (and sometimes blogging) for a cool company and she's genius and funny and some of her posts make me tingle, -- like the one about the Depeche Mode concert she attended at Radio City. And she's half- Mexican but raised by Jews which makes her... I don't know. Cooler than me, at least.
Anywho, I don't know if Hugo is ready for Spelling Bees (seeing as he doesn't talk, could be a crimp in his Bee career), but the puzzle championships are calling.
