It's humid here, but not as hot as it was earlier. We're probably not going to get up to 100 here for another month or so.

Happy birthday to JZ and anniversary time!!!!

In slightly ickier news: I babysat today for my 1 yr old "nephew". He shat a brick during naptime. Like, literally, a brick. I was so not expecting that to thwomp out of his diaper. Sure, he was crying, but it sounded like "don't want to be alone in the crib anymore" not "holy tropical polar bears there is masonry coming out my teeny tiny butt."

Ugh, the mess, the stink....it was...really really messy and really really stinky. I just finished showering and cleaning the residual poo out of my own hair about 6 hours later. How did i get poo in my hair? Dunno, magic of toddlers. Not that he's really toddling yet, but has much more targeted grabbing skills that one would expect for an infant.

Have i mentioned that this reinforces approval of my accidental celibacy? The cats are really enough waste for me to deal with.

shudders

Have i mentioned that this reinforces approval of my accidental celibacy? The cats are really enough waste for me to deal with.

So. Much. Word.

shudders some more.

That Trader Joe's frozen mac and cheese sure is cheesy! Mmm.

Possibly the highlight of my day today: At dinner, one of the people there was a guy who's visiting DC with his six-year-old son. He was asking about things to see. Someone told him not to bother with going to see the Declaration of Independence, because the ink is so faded and smeared by now that you can't actually read it, so you're basically looking at a piece of paper that used to have those famous words on it. He responded, "So, we've just got to trust that it says what they say it says?" His six-year-old piped up with, "Trust no one!"

Ha, awesome.

Going to this Indian restaurant is always fun. More fun at lunch than at dinner, though. For lunch, they've got a buffet, and each day they have foods from a different region of India. I almost never have any idea what I'm eating, but the wife in the couple that owns the restaurant is always there at lunchtime and will happily answer any questions about the food.

At dinner time, it's a regular menu, not a buffet, and usually the husband is there instead of the wife, and he glares and scowls at everybody. And the waiters act as if it's an enormous imposition for you to ask them to do things like get you menus or take your order, and they usually get half the order wrong, anyway. The food they do bring does always taste good, even if it frequently isn't what you asked for.

Declaration of Independence, because the ink is so faded and smeared by now that you can't actually read it, so you're basically looking at a piece of paper that used to have those famous words on it.

Sad, but almost true: [link]

Did the husband move there from Olympia? Cause the night waiter in the place that closed used to have exactly that attitude.

Happy Birthday JZ!

Wow, that sounds like a very much lunch only place, Hil!

It is currently 61 degrees in Seattle, Omnis. Which is to say, really cold if you're standing around outdoors drinking. Which is one of the reasons I am OLD. Luckily, so are several of my friends. At 10pm, after doing the dyke march (and earlier, hanging out at a friend's birthday bbq for a bit), and then dancing for a while, we could've gone to the dyke bar and hung out at their (only for Pride Weekend) beer garden, but it was $15, and outdoors, and we were feeling old, and cheap, and COLD, and we said "well...um...we do have to go the Parade tomorrow. And we CAN get our pride on tomorrow. Um. Maybe we'll just go home now. Er. Crap. That makes us officially OLD, doesn't it? Damnit."