17 days? We're not going to last 17 hours!

This is almost too depressing to write about--last night, J was looking out the front door at the kids playing across the street and saw the cute, little 3-year-old boy flipping the bird to another older boy who lives a few doors down. Sigh. And apparently the 3-year-old wasn't mimicking any of the older boys because nobody else was doing it, so you've really got to wonder where he's seen that gesture so many times that he's so casually flipping off passing kids. A toddler. And, really, at that age I doubt he fully comprehends what he's doing, so I blame the parents. But I'm also tempted to blame his parents for global warming and gnats, so I'm not totally impartial, I admit it.

You know, recently Thursdays have taken on a bit of Friday's charm since I get so excited to watch my programs on Thursday nights. I saw a commercial for 30 Rock where Jack was talking about beating up hippies, so I'm especially excited to see that. Nothing I like better than a good hippie whomping....especially when tasers are involved.