AUTHOR: M. DATE: 10:12:00 PM ----- BODY:

So... the social worker called today. Apparently I wrote her a big, fat, bouncing rubber check to pay for our homestudy. For Christ sake. The money was there, but what I. found out when she called the bank in a panic is that I used a checkbook that should have been replaced three years ago. Leah was very cool about it, but I may be presenting myself as the kind of parent who forgets her toddler at Target. Spent the weekend in Pittsburgh with my uncle and his wife. The subtext of the invitation was "your life is about to get way less spontaneous [because it's so spontaneous now?] so come before that happens." We partied like fools, fools being the operative word. Here's a picture from our hike in the Laurel Highlands, with Nanci and, behind me but mostly hidden, Tobu, the small anteater (shit... aardvark?) who for some reason I can't remember accompanies them on most of their hikes. Oh, and as for "the druggies have the munchies": the cats. On catnip. Drugs and description both courtesy of I.. It's a wild night in our house.

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