O.K., it's me.
I'm wondering if it's stupid and white and pretentious to name any future Me Show child Satchel. I'm also marveling at what a darling little Keebler elf Bob Costas is. I could just eat him up, but then who would put the marshmallows in my Lucky Charms? Who? WHO?
Oh. Right. Good Point.
And I know I'm destined to take a ration from angry grandmothers and Californians for my lack of posting this week. So, penitently, I offer this up to the altar of loving family and friends. It's an oldie (from September! Gasp!), but really a goodie.
Do you remember these guys?
Then you'll recognize the muse for this:
Poor, exploited baby. One day, when she's older and if we're rich, she'll go all Menendez on our asses, and we'll richly deserve our untimely end. Until then, game on!
Yip yip yip yip yip yip Family!