I would like to just say that I have said nice things about John before the house--just never so he knew. I didnt want that large Mastandrea head any larger or I would be married to an Easter Island Head.

I must report 2 very ridiculous items that I have witnessed since coming here. The first happened the other day when I ventured out of my building at lunch for the first time since beginning work here. (I work in the building that houses Jones, Day--the largest law firm in Cleveland and so as to keep their associates virtual prisoners they make sure the building has every amenity so there is no reason to ever leave the building when you start work.) I was wandering around a food court in one of the buildings near my office when I saw a man in a wheel chair. Normally this would not even register. However, the man was wearing a suit coat and had a beard, but from the waist down he was dressed in a skirt, pantyhose and pumps.

The second happened when I took the monsters to have their haircut. I just randomly picked a barber shop that had a man cutting hair in it. (Tommy the barber in Bronxville has warned against ever letting a woman cut the boys hair.) I walked in and sat down and looked over at the magazine rack, and what a rack it was. It actually had Playboy magazines on it. Luckily the boys were busy with the gumball machine because I really did not want to have to explain that reading material.