This morning I saw a shiny penny, head side up, winking in the sun all movie-like. “Pick me up,” it beckoned in its little Abe Lincoln voice. “All the day you’ll have good luck!” But I just left it there. Something’s gonna fall on my head.

10:05 a.m.

6.19.01

Conversations with my nephew, Part II:

Me: Baby, can you hand me your shoe?

Trevor: I not a baby anymore! I a little tiny big boy!

1:39 p.m.

6.18.01

Everyone wants to know What Women Want. Sarah and Regina have some pretty clear ideas. An excerpt:

Sarah: Because the thing is, Frat Guy is often Balding And In Denial Guy.

Regina: I HATE THAT GUY!

Sarah: So do I!

Regina: And I don’t hate Regular Old Secure Balding Guy!

Sarah: Nobody hates that guy! He’s secure! He’s regular! He’s balding! We love him!

Regina: LOVE!

Sarah: He eats olives!

Regina: He wears PINK!

Sarah: Yes!

Regina: But not Balding And In Denial Guy!

Sarah: No!

Regina: Owns FIVE Frisbees!

Sarah: DOESN’T hide the porn!

Regina: WON’T go out for sushi!

(via attaboy)

1:45 a.m.

6.15.01

Two fabulous entries from Bucolic Front:

“can’t sleep…clowns will eat me…

can’t sleep…clowns will eat me…

can’t sleep…clowns will eat me…”

“from waitress on telephone:

me ‘hi – can i place an order for carry-out?’

her ‘okay, but you’ll have to come get it.’

me *blink* ‘okay’”

10:49 a.m.

6.14.01

Ladies night conversation turns to travel:

-Wait, I missed the story. What’s the story?

-She’s wondering whether to go out with the guy again. She slept with him for the first time and it was pretty bad.

-How bad?

-He didn’t visit the Netherlands.

-Wouldn’t go South?

-Nope. I don’t get it. It’s so much warmer down there.

3:43 p.m.