With apologies to this blog's younger or more sensitive readers, here's a line from an interesting late-night/very-early-morning conversation I recently had with a random stranger at downtown SLO's Bel Frites, a restaurant that serves only fries, dipping sauces, and Belgian beer.
Obviously drunk guy: These fries are the best thing to happen to me all night, and I got laid earlier.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
For quite some time--months now--Hattie Rose has resembled the youngest Baudelaire orphan from the popular children's book series. She has had four teeth that, though not particularly sharp, she's used for biting. Her favorite thing to crunch is ice, which she asks for by name along with a vigorous head nod and chest rub to indicate "yes please, and how."
In the span of the last week and a half or so, Hattie seems to have been getting in at least six new teeth. Finally! Maybe, once her teeth are in, she'll stop shrieking for an hour and a half when Sarah tries to get her to go to sleep. Her gums don't seem to bother her when she's awake and playing, but as soon as the lights go dim and she's confined to a bed, she starts. In fact, I hear her right now.
Maybe she's just stubborn? I mean, both of her parents can kind of sort of be a little willful sometimes ...