Who indeed.

I'm watching the chimp attack lady story on the Today show... did Ann Curry just call the lady's doctor "Dr. Tomahawk"?

AND WHO OWNS A CHIMP!!!???!! (besides Michael Jackson and Tarzan)

I don't understand people who need to own exotic pets. We've had hamsters and gerbils, and Jeremy's sweet pet rat, Hairy Ann, but that's as exotic as we get. I think a good question to ask before adopting a pet is "Can this thing kill or disfigure me beyond recognition?" But that's just me.

Maybe it's a pride thing. "That attack only happened because she was teasing the chimp. With ME, it would be well-behaved."

Later: I just used a seam ripper to dig out a sliver. (What a good girl am I.) It started as a tiny rose thorn, but the tweezers made it a sliver. It popped right out - no blood. I couldn't find my needles, and a needle would have made a bigger hole.

Maybe my name should be Dr. Tomahawk.

A Sad Discovery.

Look at it. (sniffle) It's dying.

I remember the first time I saw these... I fell in love instantly. They're too big (I didn't care that the store didn't have my size) and the rip was bound to happen, but I'm still sad. RIP cute Birkies.

I guess I could have them fixed but it'll probably just happen again. And they won't be cute. 

Later: Just thinking about this family I used to babysit for. They had a child named either Bridget or Richard, the mom told me his/her name once and I didn't hear it clearly, and I could never figure it out afterward and was too embarrassed to ask....

I never did change a diaper; I think s/he was around 3 or 4 and was already potty trained. S/he had a cute little kid face and a short-ish boy haircut. I could have looked at the kid's clothes in their dresser, I guess.

Right now I'm leaning toward Bridget.

I think it's time for bed.

H's Trombone

C is giving it a try