Sunday, March 7, 2010

The Hurt Locker, realized

Nearly convalescent here, blew out back playing ball. And I missed the lay up.

Beav went to go see the Leo vehicle and eat fish with the ladies last night, I babysat. First order of business, satisfy request to apply sticker to daughter's forehead:


Next, instigate clean plate club, apply second sticker, color:


Finally, succumb to face stuffing.


In real time:





Clientele snaps from Monday. Great show, went solo.



Found the Oscars a little underwhelming, and walked after 45th Streep pan to. I find her insufferable, oddly.

RIP Barry Hannah, Sparklehose.

Off to NYC tomorrow, ready the rubber sheets.

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