- I am stalking a baby. His mom takes my train every morning and he is the most adorable 13-month-old cherub with huge round eyes and sweet puffy cheeks and he looks right at me and waves and high fives and it makes my uterus ache. I am trying to not give his mom any reason to take out a restraining order, but IT IS HARD. I want to nom him up.
- I recently read that polycystic kidneys can weigh up to 22 pounds (as compared with a less-than-one-pound average for normal kidneys). Now when I weigh myself, I mentally subtract 5 pounds for each kidney. (What?)
- I attended a ballet class last night for the first time in 22 years. At the AGE OF 43. Holy frack, people. On the plus side, I did not (quite) fall down; on the minus side, my feet cramp every time I point my toes. Which, you know, happens a lot in ballet. (We won't even discuss the ronde-de-jambs I performed like a spastic howler monkey.)