KITTY!
He commented that I was way too calm for someone who had lost their sunglasses, and I wondered if there was a filter in his mind that discerned the appropriate reactionary differences between someone who experienced a mishap versus frenzied chaos. Then again, I spent my weekend held captive in my hotel room alternately by “bad men” and my inability to digest the world’s greasiest Chinese delivery; perhaps I was simply unable to react to much of anything at that point.
I can’t stop smiling. I met the most beautiful little girl the other night. 8 months old, the biggest blue eyes, a techie and cat-fancier. We get along famously already. Her mommy and daddy let me give her a faux-hawk with what little bits of blonde hair she has. So cute, right?
I’m also reading Christopher Moore’s new novel: A Dirty Job… and I’m stuck with visions of an 18” tall patchwork-critter army running through the Mission District, and a rediscovered love for the beta-male. I also appreciate how Moore addresses the ever-melancholy topic of Death across generations, religions, classes, and cultures. Now if I could only learn how to kill people by squealing “kitty!”…. (Get the book, you’d understand).
I can’t stop smiling. I met the most beautiful little girl the other night. 8 months old, the biggest blue eyes, a techie and cat-fancier. We get along famously already. Her mommy and daddy let me give her a faux-hawk with what little bits of blonde hair she has. So cute, right?
I’m also reading Christopher Moore’s new novel: A Dirty Job… and I’m stuck with visions of an 18” tall patchwork-critter army running through the Mission District, and a rediscovered love for the beta-male. I also appreciate how Moore addresses the ever-melancholy topic of Death across generations, religions, classes, and cultures. Now if I could only learn how to kill people by squealing “kitty!”…. (Get the book, you’d understand).