Or at least, that's the impression one got visiting Hugo's school today. Check out just a few of the art installations in this thrilling :43 video.
Sure it was St. Patrick's Day, but I am now convinced all my Irish friends have pots of gold.
OK, I worked a long day (at home but a day is a day), had a fabulous dinner playdate with Sondra and Finnegan (video evidence may be coming soon), and reconnected with an old friend who is making the rest of us look bad by the fact that she's completing medical school at the age of 36. Ugh. Disgustingly amazing right?
Anyway, I am so tired I nearly put dog kibble in the dishwasher's soap compartment. Dishwasher, you say? Am I a millionairess? Or perhaps Irish? Nope, I'm in Weehawken. We have dishwashers. Who needs a Starbucks, a bookstore, a library with Wi-Fi, a museum, a -- OK, I'm getting depressed and you get the picture. Stick a fok in me, I'm done.
Kisses and night night Internets.
xoxo,
Susie
Baby wants a Porsche. Oi.
Note: Never take your car to a mechanic that sells them Porsches and has valet parking. You probably knew that. We knew that. Doesn't mean we didn't end up there.
But you know what was worth spending baby's college fund on new air filters for our wee station wagon? Finding a development of mansions in Alpine, NJ on the way home. It was surreal -- as if a tornado picked up all the monarchs of the world and dropped them in treeless, post-apocalyptic suburbia. I must go back.
Nightvision vid chez Felber/Holland. Enjoy.
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