An update on the subway seat game: young men are still taking it to the house, by far offering seats most often. My favorite: a young guy with baggy jeans and baseball hat pulled over his eyes offered me a seat. I thanked him and we started talking, and it turned out he was on his way to the hospital because his wife just went into labor with his second daughter. In a distant second place, middle aged women. In a tie for douchebaggery, middle aged men and yuppie white women.
Tomorrow is my first mother's day; how strange that I'm a mother even though I have no idea what our baby looks like! We are going to buy a cookie from Levain's Bakery and I'm going to try to finish an entire quart of skim milk in one sitting. Because I'm still craving dairy, and also because I don't know when else I'd be successful at such an endeavor. Wish me luck!
Here we are! Zoltar at 37 weeks, estimated weight 5 lbs 15 oz.
...And now for some fun signs that have caught my eye. Maybe the next time you hear from me, I'll have a baby on the outside. Or maybe not!
Window of the iconic Strand Bookstore:
What? People accidentally mistake a furniture store for a bus service company?
Even his adopt-a-highway sign is loud and obnoxious!