Ben is at the plastic surgeon no doubt ogling giant fake boobs in the waiting room and hoping against hope that someone is there for her post-op check up and will give him a feel or a peep.
I am on my way to class, where we are going to have a scintillating conversation about this blog post about abortion and national health care. Feel free to comment in my comments about the issue if you read it and have thoughts.
Also on tap for today's discussion? OctoMom. I love my job, and I love talking about these things with really smart kids.
How creepy is this picture, by the way? Also, if you click it and embiggen, you may notice that Ben's nose is a teen, weeny, little, itty bit crooked. That's because he's broken it like 3 other times (once since we've been married in a slightly too-rough version of bone ball, once as a kid playing basketball, and once in gym class when he got smashed with a badminton racket), but last night's face kick? Really knocked it off center.
Something else you will notice? That creepy street performer gave my kid his creepy street performing gun.
* you know who doesn't think this whole thing is funny? our moms. sweet, huh?