Peep. Peep peep. And maybe a spoiler, but you shouldn't care.

Just because I don't have loads to talk about...
I'm following Elizabeth at White Lightning on her NYC Fashion Week adventures. 
She's got an amusing sense of humor...


psssttt,can I tell you something? c'mere. it is 7 in the morning and there are some weird loud women across the courtyard. in another townhouse. like, diagonally across the courtyard-so...pretty far away. and i can hear them. what the heck are they talking about? i can only hear women. i'll pretend that there is a new baby over there and the women of a tribe have gathered to clean the new mother's house, fold her laundry and rock the baby while she showers and sleeps. 




Whew. Sorry. Had to get that tangent out. This is why I am one set of binocs away from being a full Peeping Tom. 


someone just bleated over there. i am not kidding. now yelling! whattheheck is going ON OVER THERE??? maybe it is an old-friend slumber party and the girlies didn't sleep and now they are awake having coffee.


I am totally trying not to go get the binoculars that are in the diaper bag. I need to stop peeking out the window. If I can see them they can PROBABLY see me. Sheesh


ANYHOO....the Mr. and I watched the movie Kickass....?Yeah. 
WORST MOVIE EVER
If you are considering watching it, please save yourself the time and don't. Or don't save yourself the time, and read a book. Or draw a picture or write a story. 
I thought that it was supposed to be funny. The premise seemed to beg for it. Nerdy kid becomes superhero to emulate his comic book heroes and salve his bleeding heart. RIGHT? That's cool, RIGHT? I heart comic books! People that read comics are generally cool!


GAWD. Now, I know we can't expect much from Nicholas Cage at this point, but ... I was just...and then Brian was...and we were both...just...


I think the scene where the adult male villan is beating the crap out of the adorable young female heroine was what turned it for me. This after she watches her father die. It sucked. It made me mourn the demise of the film industry and weep for the AIDS/Cancer/Choose a charity that could have used the money that funded that piece of crap. Pieces of crap are actually BETTER, literally BETTER than that movie. 

So I'll leave you with a cute photo of a boy and his cat. 
PEACE!

The Mammals with Whom I live

Earlier this month, I took Milo to see the farmers' market in the parking lot of Mr. Smith's office. I had been told that there was a kiddie train that Milo might like.

Unfortunately, when we arrived there was no train. 

So instead of doing that, we went to a fancy restaurant in Wheeling called Tramonto's. It is inside the Westin Hotel, and man is it ever nice. This is the type of restaurant that I used to go to BEFORE I had a kid.

But, now I have one and we go to places like Steak N Shake. 

Regardless, this is a rare occurrence and only happened because Mr. Smith had a gift certificate-hooray for village golf outings! (I was also overly excited about the large bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch dressing he got in his goody bag. Inexplicable, but that shit is YUM.)

I didn't recognize the name of the place, but it is a steak and seafood place developed by Rick Tramonto, who is like...the MAN of steak. 

Or something. 

We sat right behind the bar, which was separated from the rest of the place by a glass wall of cascading water. Of course Milo was thrilled. 

I didn't take photos of the food because I ate it too fast. The shrimp tempura appetizer was incredible. Perfectly cooked but could have used a BIT more spice. I will say that I wolfed it down. Shocked that I used a fork and napkin. I ordered the chopped salad as an entree and Mr. Smith ordered the roast beef sandwich with crispy onions and horseradish cream with fries. 

We told the server we were going to share-purplosely NOT using the term 'split'. Sometimes restaurants will charge you up to $5 to split an entree onto 2 plates. Kind of bullhonky, but whatever. Just eat off the same plate. 

But they split them for us, even bringing the salad before the sandwich. It is little things like this that make a restaurant visit memorable. 

And! I ate a few grape tomato halves! Anyone who knows me knows that raw, undressed tomatoes generally sicken me. As my palate has matured, I almost wish they didn't. The way people talk about them is nearly convincing. Then I see the gooshy, slimy interiors and I gag. 

Anyways, I figured that TRYING some in this AMAZING salad wouldn't kill me. And it didn't. 

We ordered a fancy drink for Milo. He liked it, as you can see.

Cheese!!!

We also introduced Milo to Play Doh. He loves it, especially through the garlic press.

And for the final photo in this post, I give you:

Our two cats, Squishface (on the left) and Mona. Squishface was Mr. Smith's alarm clock for over a year. Now that we have moved and Mr. Smith has switched jobs, he no longer needs Squishy. But if we are not out of bed by 7:30 am, we are awakened by this cat. Because, you know...its actually HIS bed that he so graciously shares with us. 

Mona is just lazy. 

Well, now I have to go exfoliate and apply self-tanner. Can't really pull off a tangerine bridesmaid dress when you are white as a sheet. (ghost? paper? white as...white?)