Miscellanea

I have a huge new crop of grey hairs. Unlike the existing, they are right at my part, so very visible. I got my first grey hairs at 25, right after getting married, and now I've got a lot. My mother didn't go grey until she was in her mid-40s! Wah!

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Phone call.
mr. flea: I've decided who she looks like. You know when Foghorn Leghorn is romancing that skinny little teacher chicken - the little old hen?
me: Yeah.
mr. flea: And she's got that one little chick, the brainy one with the glasses? She looks like him. But without the glasses.
me: Uh. huh.
mr. flea: I think it's because her haed is so oversized compared to her body.

mr. flea has this thing - everyone reminds him of some cartoon character. Apparently I am an evil rabbit, and have been since we started dating.

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New photos coming soon - tonight I hope. The nanny took pictures of Casper playing with her kitten - she has a very affectionate kitten who climbed into the car seat with Casper to cuddle - and they are forging new inroads into the universe of cute. If you don't have the link and want it, email me at this username at yahoo and I'll send it.

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I forget the last thing.

The stuff I forgot:

I should be really grateful that my nanny has taken to doing the dishes while the baby naps, right? And tell that damned little voice that says "this is a negative comment on your domestic abilities" to shut the hell up?

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Great article in the current New Yorker on Hermann Maier and Bode Miller, the latter of whom has been my seekrit olympic skiing boyfriend since Utah. Bode Bode Bode.