It's two in the morning so I'm going to keep this brief. Just a few things from the past week:
I solved the mystery of the guy with the pit bulls outside the apartment, and the explanation is shockingly simple: he was either a) a dog walker, or b) the owner of the dogs, waiting for the dog walker. Still unexplained, however, is why he was shirtless.
Got back from the zoo the other day (yes, round two at the zoo; I'll post pics and a more detailed analysis later) to discover that, yes, the 18-month-old's diapers really could get fouler. I mean, I wouldn't have wanted to change that if it had been my own diaper. NASTY.
The Gay Pride parade was on Saturday, and I totally forgot about it. I sat around acting like I had nothing to do, when I'd actually been looking forward to it. I wanted to find an outlandish outfit, overdo my makeup, and see if people could tell if I was a natural-born woman, or a man in drag. But alas, it was not to be.
Went out with Dave and some friends he's made here on Friday night. . . but I should save that for a longer post. Basically, they were awesome, and I think I'm going to be hanging out with them a lot.
Anyway. It's 2:20 and I am beat. Nothing to do tomorrow though, so I'll probably just lay in bed updating you on my life, catching up on Texts from Last Night, and continuing with season 3 of Gossip Girl. The best part about that awesome lineup? It's FREE.