We were at Roberta Parker's the other Sunday, and, first let me say: holy cow! The 30+ miles it is from our place to Bobbi's sure seems further than, er, 30+ miles:
I guess that's an illusion on the urban scale.
The other illusion is the photo that Bobbi took of me holding the Boy:
He looks friggin' yooge! I know he's a baby and all, but he's just a hair under my vitals that mom sent out---only Cass is five months old where I was eleven months old at time of said vitals.
Dang!