it's 60 degrees in my house and monkey said "no" to turning on the heat. my fingers are c c cc cold. i can practically see my breath.
anyway, two days ago it was in the 90's.
this weekend starts my hectic schedule with Body Shop parties (9 total) and press checks and i'm only one month away from my trip to new york to see preppygirl and co.
my son is still obsessed with the local pizza place that burned down. he mentions it at least once every single day and the place burned more than a month ago.
jude (to a random adult friend of mine at a store): joe's pizza place burned down
friend: yes, i heard that
jude: i'm going to be a fire fighter when i grow up
friend: you are? that is so great
jude: and i'm going to burn down a pizza place
i think i better change all the batteries in our smoke alarms.