Okay, Okay, No More Hamburger Times!

I promise you that I haven't been avoiding writing out of spite. I'm going to fall back on the 'but I'm so busy!' line which is true. James Spader, that hunky devil, was in my concession line at work. Same with Rosie O'Donnell. True! I put my laundry in at 2:00 today and completely forgot about it until 5:00. The amazing thing is not just that my soggy clothes were undisturbed in the washer but that my detergent was still there. I suppose those hours are not the most popular.

Mark wants to give Leviathan a Happy 1st Birthday party on Halloween, and I suspect that is only so he can put Levi in a birthday cone hat for a millisecond and take a picture.

Oh by the way, this darling cat wants to say Happy Halloween!








HE LOVES THAT HAT. LOVES IT!








And look how shiny he is! Mark is going out tonight to buy him his first adult cat food (XXX!) instead of the kitten stuff.

My very first baby shower is on Saturday and Mark was supposed to come all the way out to Hamilton, New Jersey with me but he just heard that he might have to go to Massachusetts, but maybe not, it's all up in the air, so the gist is that he may or may not come out with me. The point is that we'll have to wait and see. I bought very practical presents.