Do the Yak

Two nights in a row with babysitters -- woo hoo! Friday wasn't even our idea -- Sarah and Becky insisted on participating in Fun Night, which is where every few weeks the after-school program keeps the kids from 6-9 pm. and they can watch a movie in their PJs, stuff themselves with pizza and ice cream etc. Good wholesome family fun. Of course Ben and I rae such losers that we wouldn't think of enough to do to fill three whole hours, so we went to dinner and then back home to watch a couple of episodes of "The Odd Couple" (he gave me the first two seasons on DVD for Hanukkah... YESSSSS!) and then went back for the kids. On Saturday we went to a party while by father and stepmother babysat. Once a year a wonderful couple (childless, probably in their late 50s) invites us to their holiday party with excellent South African food, beautiful decor, cosmopolitan and sophisticated guests... I always feel like we're trespassing in the Adult World, but it's great fun. D

Because it's snowing like a bastard. Which actually has nothing to do with Christmas since we almost never get a white Christmas in these parts, but what the hell, it made a good post title. Actually it's MORE unlikely than a white Christmas -- a white week before Christmas when winter hasn't even officially started, but we've already had one storm dumping four inches of slush which froze into Icy Driveway Hill From Hell, plus several sessions of freezing rain resulting in ice coating everything in sight, and now a winter storm that stared at noon and had aleady dumped about five inches of powder by the time I got off the packed and steamy train at 3:30 ( a train that miraculously left Porter Square on time). So here's my Snow Story Thus Far. My workplace had an early dismissal, which is fairly unusual. but so did Ben's, so he picked up the kids, whose school called oh about noon to announce their exciting plan: HEY LET'S CLOSE EARLY NOW INSTEAD OF DECIDING

I bet the bull does, too. Ooo mama, fondle my horns while your breasts assert themselves conically like twin Mt. Kiliminjaros.

For some reason, I've seen several funny blog posts lately that are written from a cat's point of view. The best is probably Finslippy 's highly aroused feline, just before the cat's nascent sex life is about to come to a screeching halt. There's also Blueloggy 's cat's nighttime ritual. As an owner of Milo, the very large and very vocal part Maine coon cat, this all sounds terribly familiar. If I were to record Milo's nighttime chatter, it would probably be something like: "Hi! Here I am! I love you, which you can tell by the high-volume purring! Mind if I make myself comfortable? Fine, whatever. Getting comfortable, as you know, requires me to stick my butt in your face, or at least in close proximity thereto. Yeah, well, same to you, buddy! Oop, you just tossed me off the bed. That's gonna cost you a 3 a.m. visitation, compliments of the house. OK, so now we're done with the button-ing )as in 'button the face'), we're ready t