The Late, the Sweet, and the Yucky

April 6, 2009

Didn’t make the deadline.  The baby shower was on Saturday and instead of presenting the mommy-to-be with a beautifully wrapped handknit blanket, I sat and knit it as she opened her gifts.  I had other gifts for her, so I didn’t feel terrible.


It’s almost 2/3 of the way there.  I feel better now that the pressure is off.  My knitting is supposed to relax me and bring me joy, and now it can.  It’ll be on its way to its new home soon enough.

During some of the time I could have been working on the blanket, I went to a Girls’ Night In with three friends.  One of the girls is a foodie and her only-recently-revealed-to-us blog shows that she’s got some mad skilz in the kitchen.  She brought her ingredients to our get-together and wowed us with her flaming bananas.  Bananas Foster!  From what I caught as she whipped up this delight, she sauteed the bananas in butter and brown sugar, poured rum on top, and lit a match.


Shazamm!  Very cool – and kind of scary.  Amazingly delicious.  She served the hot bananas and sauce over frozen yogurt and topped it with whipped cream.  Oh. My.  A bowl of heavenly goodness.  I could eat it every day.


And now that I’ve tantalized you with fine-looking food, I’ll quickly knock down any urge you might have to go check out your fridge. Last week, I gave my class one of those off-the-cuff journal questions.   Would you rather be a hot dog or a hamburger? I don’t know what I was thinking.  Last minute thing.  I didn’t know what kind of responses I was going to get, but I wasn’t expecting much.  Right away, a girl asked me if she could write about another food because she didn’t want to be either of them.  I figured that most of the kids would write about the food they liked to eat the best and why it was good.   There wouldn’t be any entertaining reading for me to pass around to the other teachers.  Sigh.

I was wrong.

This masterpiece, written by a boy who usually rushes through his work and is happiest when he can do the bare minimum, started off in a surprisingly creative way, .

I would rather be a hamburger because the bottom of the bread is for the bed.  The top is my cover.  The lettuce is my stuffed animals.  The meat is me.  The tomatoes are my blankets.  The mustard is my pillow.  And the catchup is my clothes.  That’s how comfortable being a hamburger is . . .


And then it got a little more creative:

until a big fat dude eats you.  Then his fat stomach is your home.


PS. Until he takes a dump.

I love my job.


March 29, 2009

If I could fit into it, I would wear it.  I love this baby dress!


The pattern is the Kaia Babydoll and it was a fun, easy knit.  I used Lionbrand Cotton Ease in Lime and Berry, but these photos don’t show the true colors.   The green and pink are much  brighter – very springy looking.   I knit the newborn size.    I think it looks a little bit big for a brand new baby girl, but then again I haven’t had a baby around in a long time.  I have no idea how big newborn babies are.

I had a hard time deciding how I wanted to finish the bottom of the dress. I didn’t love the lace border that was called for in the pattern.  My sister suggested a picot edge, made with yarnovers and knit2togethers, then folded and hemmed.  I tried it and it looked so pretty, but the hem was just too thick.  I put google to work for me and found a picot edge bind-off that looked pretty, but it was a thorn in my side to knit (took forever!) and it was curling up something fierce. I only bound off about 1/6 of the way around before I backed it up and settle for a simple garter stitch border.

I crocheted a chain and wove it through the eyelets to make a bow.  I’d planned an i-cord instead, but it came out too thick and although it fit through the holes, it was way too bulky.


I’m really happy with this little dress and I hope this new baby’s mommy loves it.  I’m sure I’ll knit another babydoll.  Lots of babies on the way.  It’s a baby boom out there.

To prove my point, here’s a baby blanket I just started for another friend who is having a boy.  The shower is a week from today so I’ve got to get crack-a-lacking on this one.  It took me a while to figure out what I wanted to knit.  I needed something fast and easy – big needles and two strands of yarn for sure and I wanted it to have a hood.  I searched Ravelry for a pattern, but I didn’t find anything I loved.    I searched for stitch patterns so that I could just do my own thing, but kept finding myself drawn to lacy patterns that seemed too girlie.  I hunted through the 365 Stitch Patterns a Year Perpetual Calendar and found what I wanted.


It’s December 17 – the Bee Stitch.  It’s the stitch I used on a few of my neckwarmers at Christmas-time. Should have thought of that one by myself.  I’m using Lionbrand Vanna’s Choice Baby in Little Boy Blue.  The top photo is close to the color.  I started with a few garter stitch rows and I’m keeping a three-stitch border going along edges.  And yes – two strands of yarn on size 13 needles.  According to my calculations, I’ll need to knit about five inches a day for the next six days and then on to the hood to have it done for Sunday.  Piece of cake.  I think.


Here are a few of the latest chuckles from school.  I gave the kids a journal prompt, asking:  Would you rather be a caveman or  a pirate?  (It just came off the top of my head five minutes before school started. Really.)  Although there were a few caveman defenders, most of the kids thought the pirate life was for them.

My two favorite responses:


I would rather be a pirate than a caveman because pirates get to steal ships and do bad things like rob treasures, shoot guns, and swing soards.  As for cavemen, they can swing thier clubs hit them self then they lay flat and go duhhh!  Argh! is more like it!  At least pirates get to fight to live.


I would rather be a pirate then a caveman because pirates have a lot of booty (tresure). And pirates have a lot of food so I would never starve.


(Pirates) get rich by stealing other peoples booty, while cavemen steal raw meat.

Don’t cavemen know that meat grows on trees?


March 23, 2009

I haven’t had much to say lately. Nothing blogworthy at least. There may have been a few stories I could have told, but I’ve been either too busy or too lazy to do it.  Tonight I’ve got the time, the energy and some things to share.

First, as you may have expected, I knit a cover for my Kindle.  After dropping a chunk of change on the Kindle, there was no way I was going drop any more on a cover or case.


I chose some yarn (blue – what else?) and swatched.  (I swatched?  I’m a swatcher?)  I started with 36 stitches, using the magic cast-on to get started bottom-up so I could avoid seaming.  Then I just winged it (wung it?) magic loop style, knitting stockinette in the round until it was long enough to fit the Kindle.  I bound off half of my stitches and continued on to knit a flap with a garter stitch border and decreases so it would taper.  I didn’t want to put a button onto the body of the cover because the button might get pressed against the Kindle’s screen, so I attached the button on top of the flap and crocheted a button loop to attach to the bottom.


It’s a snuggy sleeping bag for my new favorite thing.  I love it.   Right now I’m reading two different books on it – The Gate House by Nelson DeMille and My Horizontal Life, by Chelsea Handler. I know that it’s not the most economical way to read. I rarely buy books.  I borrow them from family and friends or I get them from the library. But I just love reading on this thing. I love laying in bed and only having to hold it with one hand, pressing a button with my thumb to turn a page. Reading is an activity that shouldn’t require any energy except for brain power, so I’m happy that I don’t have to find a way to prop up a big hard cover book and turn the pages. I know. I’m lazy. I’m the Queen of Lazy and I’ve got the butt to prove it.

In other knitting news, I finally finished off my Toothpaste Liesel sweater.  The ribbon tie around the waist was met with mixed reviews, but the don’t-like-its spoke the loudest.  I decided to go with the button and a button loop plan – just one right at the top. I may add a second button a few inches below the first, but the thought of actually doing it makes me tired. I love the knitting, but I hate anything that requires me to thread a needle or weave in ends.


On the 3rd grade front, I have a few things to throw at you.  We’ve just finished the Connecticut Mastery Test.  It’s a 7-session-over-3-weeks torture fest for 8-year-olds.  We did a whole lot of pre-torture in order to get the kids ready for what they’d see on the test.  Reading comprehension is a big focus and some of the questions require the little test-takers to support their responses with information from the text.  For example, they may read a story about a knitter named Knelley who realizes that she dropped a stitch 6 inches ago on a project knitted with dental floss on size 00 needles. Knelley drops down onto the floor, puts her face in her hands, and sobs until her face is blackened with her runny mascara.  They might be asked: How do you think Knelley was feeling when she screwed up  her knitting? They’d need to write something like, “I think Knelley was sad because it in the text it said that she puts her face in her hands and sobs until she’s really ugly.”  They have to make inferences and draw conclusions (and I don’t even want to discuss the difference between those two things because I don’t always get it myself) about things the author doesn’t tell.  Geez.  That’s a lot of back story to get to the good stuff, which will in no way live up to the introduction.

I gave the kids a last-chance practice activity to get ready for the CMT.  Here’s a cutie’s answer to a question about whether or not she thought the main character was a good friend.  The directions say, “Be sure to use details from the story to support your ideas.”


She didn’t miss one single word. Love her.

That brings me to the work of another little girl I love. Love.  This girl is the sweetest little thing you’d ever come across. She’s got a soft little voice and she writes notes to herself to plan her outfits for the week. Love.

We started a story-writing activity with fill-in-the-blank descriptions about strange, fictional animals.  The kids had to choose adjectives for each blank to help write descriptions of what their odd animals looked like.  These animals were to become the creatures who would chase them in an “Animal Chase” story.  After writing the description, the kids had to draw their animals, showing where they lived and what they ate.  This one lives up the the build-up:


What’s that in the tree?  What’s falling from the tree like a leaf?  Yes, it’s meat.  Meat.  I know.

I was stumped.  I looked.  I laughed.  I looked some more.  Then I had to ask.  I brought the picture to the artist and we had a conversation:

Me: Tell me about your picture.

Her: It’s my animal and that’s where he lives and that’s what he eats. He eats meat.

Me:  Nice. (Pointing to the tree branch) And why is the meat . . . here?

Her: (Bending close and dropping her voice to a whisper) He eats meat and I didn’t want to show him killing another animal for meat so I decided to make the meat grow on trees.

Me: (Crickets.) . . . What a good idea.  And what’s this? (Pointing to brown oval labelled “BeB”)

Her:  That’s his bed.

His bed.  Conveniently located under the meat tree.  That’s reasonable.  I’d like to put my bed underneath the vanilla ice cream machine at Dairy Queen.

Another Snowy Day . . .

March 2, 2009

. . . gives me more time for knitting and some time to catch you up on the latest.

I knit a new, better Pilot’s Cap for one of the baby girls who will soon make an entrance.  I like it so much better than the one I showed you in my last post.  This hat will definitely sit on a baby’s head the right way and will make the baby’s face look like a little ball of cuteness.  This pattern is from Little Turtle Knits and although I hesitated before spending $8 on one little tiny hat pattern, I think it was worth it.  I’ll make lots of these and the pattern is sized from newborn to child.  Good stuff.

Since I didn’t have a real baby head to model it on, a ball of gray yarn had to act as a stand-in.



The construction of the hat is really clever.  It starts from the bottom/back and increases to form the top and sides.  Very cool.


Instead of i-cord (pure laziness), I crocheted a chain, attached it to the bottom of the hat, single crocheted across, and then continued the chain.  100_0345

The hat was knit with Lion Brand Cotton Ease in Berry.  Love the yarn and I’m happy with the hat.

I’m also happy with the Manly Slipper Socks I knit for a manly man.


I stuck with Lion Brand again, this time using Wool Ease in Grey Heather.  These socks are meant for a man with really cold feet who can’t stand ankle socks.  They had to be mid-calf and super warm.  I knit them with two strands of yarn held together, so they knit up fast and they’re going to keep his piggies nice and toasty.  I really love them.  The socks, I mean.  Not the piggies.

Another love of mine . . . my new Kindle 2!  Love!  I treated myself with a little (well, not so little) chunk of my tax refund.  I’m really in awe of it.  It downloads books wirelessly (don’t even need a computer) and the cost of the books is much lower than the actually paper and ink book.   Because I’m a dork who wanted to read a book on her Kindle as soon as it arrived on the doorstep, the first book I bought was the same book I’d just taken out of the library and started the night before.  Dumb when the actual book was right on my bed, but I really wanted to test out my new piece of technological goodness.

It’s easy to use and it’s so great to be able to read in bed while laying on my side and not having to struggle with propping up the book and turning pages.  Just press a button with my thumb while the Kindle rests against my hand and voila –  the page turns.


Another cool thing – when shopping for books, Amazon will give you a free sample.  They’ll send you a few chapters to read, so you can decide if you’re interested before you purchase.  I’ve gotten samples of Revolutionary Road and The Reader.  Look at this other feature:


A built-in dictionary.  You can move the cursor to any word and the dictionary definition pops up on the bottom of the screen.  Now I know what an architrave is – and you do, too.  (Well, Yankee, if you’re reading this, I’m sure you already knew that.  This benefits only those of us who aren’t archidorks.)

Off I go now to, as my sister Kathy calls it, K and K.  Knit and Kindle.  Knelley Knits ‘n Knindles?

I’m Spending Too Much Time . . .

February 22, 2009

on the couch.  I’m writing this while laying on the couch, still in my pajamas and robe.  Another stinking cold.  Being knocked down onto the couch has given me lots of time for knitting.  I’ve finished the second sleeve on my Toothpaste Liesl.  All done, except for the closure.  I’ve had mixed reviews about the ribbon tie, so I’m rethinking.  I plan to take the good advice I was given and crochet a few button loops and find some good buttons.  Until then, the sweater lays in a heap.  I’ve already moved on to other things.

There are four babies on their way to friends and family members, so I needed to figure out what I was going to knit for each.  If I’ve been paying attention carefully, I’m correct when I say that two boys and two girls are expected.   Here’s one of the boy gifts – the OpArt baby blanket from


I got off to a rocky start on this one.  It’s knit in the round from the center out, which is fine.  I started it magic loop style, so I didn’t have to fumble with dpns.  The thing I didn’t love was the number of color changes made right away.  Ugh.  It had so many loose stitches and ends hanging all over the place that I almost scrapped it.  I actually pulled it off the needles, ready to rip.  Hmmmm.  It looked kind of not too bad.  I tightened up my loose stitches and it looked kind of pretty good.  Back on the needles.

It’s a simple pattern with four kf&b increases on every round.  My heart skipped a few beats this morning when I realized that I’d missed  a kf&b several rounds back and had to rip out hundreds of stitches.  I’m proud to say that I handled this setback with dignity.  No sweating.  No swearing.  I ripped back to the mistake point and re-knit gracefully.  I think I may officially be a grown-up now.

I also whipped up this Pilot’s Cap for one of the baby girls.


I’m not happy with it at all.  First, it’s way too big for a newborn and second, the shape of it seems wonky.  I can’t see it sitting properly on a baby’s head.  Maybe I just need to try it on a baby, but I don’ t have one and don’t know where I can get one any time soon.   Instead of approaching a random baby out in public, I decided to try another version of a tie hat:  this one.  It looks cute and will definitely cover the head and ears, although it may have the unwanted effect of making a baby appear to have been kidnapped from an Amish mother.  We’ll see.  I think it’ll be adorable on a little punkin with big, fat, rosy cheeks.

Speaking of little punkins, Emmie thought it would be a good idea to climb into the cabinet and stand guard over her food.  You just never know . . .


When in Doubt, Improvise

February 18, 2009

I’m in doubt.  I’m improvising.  Here’s the progress on the Toothpaste Liesl.  The photo is cropped to cut out my bare left arm.  I’ve still got the second sleeve to finish and the one sleeveless side really throws off the otherwise appealing look of this sweater.   I’m loving it.  The doubt comes only from the fact that I’m a dope and neglected to knit buttonholes as I was going along.  Doy.  Due to the lack of buttonholes, I need an alternate way to close up this baby.   I have a store-bought sweater that ties closed with a grosgrain ribbon that runs through a few openings in the body.  That’s where I got the idea to make use of the eyelet holes that run throughout the pattern.


I’ve run an ivory ribbon through a row of holes and I think it’s okay.  Sad that I couldn’t find a ribbon that matched one of the shades of aqua in the yarn, but nothing worked.  I’ll continue to hunt for a ribbon that blends rather than standing out so much.  I also may decide to bump the ribbon down a few rows so it’s not around my rib cage.  I think it makes my boobage a little too prominent.  I’ve always been one to play them down – not make them stand out.

See what I mean?


Please note that this photo can not in any way be viewed as a gratuitous boob shot.  It’s tastefully done and included because it’s important to advancing the plot.  Really.

This photo also serves to point out that my eliminating the purl ridge on the fabric of the sweater was a good choice in this case.  I don’ t think that this yarn, with all of its variegated goodness, was the right yarn for this particular pattern.  The lace pattern would work better with a solid color, so keeping it as clean and simple as possible was the right way to go.

Overall, I’m happy with this sweater.  It’s a keeper.  I need to finish so I can move onto the baby knits I want to work on next.  Lots of babies coming soon.  Love the babies.

Speaking of babies, here’s mine sticking her nose into my Valentine’s Day haul from my 3rd graders.  Emmie can sniff out the sweet stuff from a mile away.  She tends to go for the baked goods.  She was looking for a cookie.


Here, she was supervising while I was baking cookies.  She had her paw on the handle of the oven door.  The timer hadn’t gone off yet, so she didn’t want me peeking.


For a glimpse into summer, look into the box of oranges and grapefruits we received from my boy’s grandparents.  They live in sunny Florida and tried to send a little of their sunshine our way.  So good!  They’re already almost gone.


I’ll leave you with a photo that my boy found a few days ago while going through his dad’s things.  It was taken of him and his brother at Playland in Rye, New York.


I love how the boys are in focus and everything else is blurry, even though they were moving.  Such a cool shot and, I’m sure, completely accidental.  We never had any mad photography skilz.

I Heart Vacation

February 16, 2009

Vacation and I get along very well.  I love being completely in control of what I do and when I do it. I’m spending entirely too much time in my pajamas and bathrobe.  It’s a good thing that I don’t smoke cigarettes and drink beer – or it could get really ugly around here.  I’ve set a goal for myself for today:  Take a shower, get dressed and leave the house.  No pressure, though.  If it happens, it happens.

My 3rd graders wore me out.  They’ve been full of beans (as my mother would say) – so stir crazy from being cooped up inside so much.  There were only a few days over the course of the last several weeks that we were able to go outside for recess.  During the rest of the days, we could be found inside the classroom with the door shut with me constantly calling out things like, “Keep your hands to yourself!”, “Slow yourself down there, buddy!”, and “We’re not doing wrestling moves in here, guys.”  The kids were wild.

I was constantly keeping a close watch on my wild boys, who’ve recently become obsessed with Google Images.  Yikes.  Now that’s an invitation to teacherly disaster.  While my kids are innocently looking for photos of  cute puppies, Nascar drivers, or professional wrestlers, they could see some NFK stuff.  (Another Mom-ism: Not For Kids).  I recently talked with a fellow teacher who had a bad Google Images experience in her classroom.  The kids were searching for people’s names following by .com to see what would come up (like  They googled several of the kids’ names, but didn’t come up with anything.  Then they typed in their teacher’s first name, followed by .com.  The first image that came up was a photo of a bare chest.  Breast.  Boobs.  Alarming?  Of course.  We don’t want our students to be looking at naked women in the classroom.  But the horrifying part – some of the kids actually believed they were looking at their teacher’s boobs!  Holy crap.  It took many chats with the principal and with parents to clean up that mess.  We don’t do the Google Images thing in my classroom anymore.

Even the usually-calm-and quiet kids were starting to do wacky things and they were getting on each other’s nerves.  There were lots of tears and complaints about friends – “She’s copying everything I do!  I made a Bubbles book (?!).  She made a Bubbles book.  I drew a picture of a horse.  She drew a picture of a horse.  She copies everything I do and I’m just not comfortable with it.”  The reply: “We were doing things together because I thought we were friends!  I’m not copying you – I’m doing it with you.”  Ugh.  Me?  “I’m so surprised that you’re getting so upset.  You’ve been such good friends ever since you got the same eyeglasses.  Go try to work it out.”  Ugh.  We were fine when we were actually working and learning, but the social time was a mess.

Come to think of it, some of the working and learning times were a mess, too.  The one that comes to mind  . . .

Remember that Adventures with Emmie the Cat thing that I started a while back?  One of my boys was reading his Adventures with Emmie story aloud to the class while they were all gathered on the rug for our daily read aloud. (Just so you know, we’ve been reading a book called Snot Stew.  That’s how ugly it’s getting in my classroom.)  This boy wrote about taking Emmie to a birthday party and while he wasn’t looking, she ate his piece of cake.  He also told us that he woke up in the middle of the night and found Emmie playing video games.  It was really cute.  After he was done with his story, I jumped in, acting like I was really disgusted.  I said, “I don’t know if I should allow anyone else to take Emmie home.  I think you’re all corrupting her.  Do you know what corrupting means? (They did.)  She never behaved like this before.  She never would have eaten someone’s cake without permission or snuck around in the middle of the night to play video games.  I’m shocked.  I can only imagine what you’ll teach her next.”  The kids all laughed until one of my scarier boys piped in with, “We’ll have to teach her how to get rid of a body and how to clean up the blood.”

What?  What?  We had a private little chat about that comment, during which the boy rolled his eyes and continued his daily routine of acting like I’m the queen of the idiots.

So . . . can you see why I’m happy I’m on vacation?  These kids wear me out.  I love them all (well . . . the eye-roller is kind of hard to love), but we all do much better when we have a break from each other.

I’m happy to be knitting, reading, watching my DVR’d shows, and sleeping.  Oh – and thank goodness for my DVR’d shows.  Daytime television is so sad.  While reading this morning, a commercial for a soap opera came on and even though I didn’t pick up my head to look, I heard this:  “I was ready to give you the daughter you always wanted, but now I find out my sister already did.”  Gag.

Next time, I’ll show you some knitting.  Have to go make some of that happen now.

Knelley’s Not . . .

February 15, 2009

very bloggish lately.  But I will be soon.

I’m finally able to sit and relax.  It’s officially February vacation.  No running around.  No big nights out.  No school.  I can knit.  I can sleep.  I can read.  I can catch up on all my DVR’d TV shows.  I can get organized.  I can blog.

Not ready yet.  I need to get photos loaded onto my computer and attempt to stay upright for a decent chunk of time.  Look for me tomorrow.

I think.

My brain needs a rest.

Am I Late to the Party?

January 26, 2009

Probably, but I figured that if I hadn’t seen this until today, maybe some of you haven’t seen it either.  Sneezing Panda.  Pure cuteness.

Only a little bit of knitting happening lately.  Still working on the Toothpaste Liesl.  It’s coming along  s-l-o-w-l-y.  I was a little distracted by the two new books that arrived on my doorstep.


I bought Custom Knits, by Wendy Bernard and French Girl Knits, by Kristeen Griffin-Grimes for $1.86, thanks to some giftcards from Borders.  Lots and lots of beautiful ideas and patterns in these two books, but I’ve promised myself I won’t cast on for anything until I’ve finished my current projects.  Or most of them.  A few of them.  Maybe one.

There’s a dark cloud over my knitting right now.  It’s report card time again – a major time suck.  I’m also in the process of applying to a Literacy Specialist certification program (which will enable me to have an additional certificate to teach remedial reading and language arts).  The application process alone has me writing an essay and doing a resume, both of which are things I haven’t had to do in a long, long time.  I’ve spent hours and hours on this 2-page, double-spaced, size 12 font essay and I still can’t let it go.   Every time I think it’s done, I’ll talk with someone else who will remind me of yet another buzzword-of-the-moment that I should throw in.  Painful.   The program, if I’m accepted, will take 13 months, the first of which is in July – Monday through Friday from 9 to 2.  A friend who went through the program told me that the first July was brutal, with a nightly reading assignment and response paper.  A paper every day.  Every day.  I’m a little scared.  After that it’ll get easier – nothing in August and then one Saturday a month from September to June, ending with another solid July.  I know I can do it but I’m already uptight about all of the free time I’ll be giving up.  I might not be able to knit much, but I’ll be sure to hold a ball of yarn in my lap as I read and write.  It’ll be worth it in the end.  Really.  I’m pretty sure.

Before I cut out to write about how my third graders are a pleasure to have in class, I need to take another moment.  Too much of this happening lately.

On Friday, January 23rd, we lost my Uncle Eddie.  He was my mother’s brother – the eldest of four children and the only male.  He was one of the good ones.  Selfless.  Gentle.  Kind.  Sweet.  Generous.  Calm.  Adorable.  He almost made it to his 90th birthday. (This is the place where my mom would want me to tell you that she’s his much younger sister.)  We’ll all miss him.  A lot.  Forever.

Au Revoir Before We Even Got a Chance . . .

January 22, 2009

Our little French-speaking friend didn’t end up joining our class.  Although she’d been in the third grade in her West African school, our principal decided to place her in second grade because of her age.  My kids were so disappointed, but this child will be better off.  She’s joined a class of 16 children, rather than becoming the 22nd student in my  jam-packed classroom.   Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll be in my class next year.  She’s absolutely adorable – friendly and outgoing.  I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

Tuesday was a very special day at our school.  We had our own Inaugural Ball!  It was one of the many balls that our new President Obama attended that day.  I was lucky enough to have my picture taken with him!  Look!


And can I just say that I had loads and loads of chuckles on Tuesday night listening to Anderson Cooper say the word balls over and over and over.  Snortfest.

I’ll leave you with this link.  It’s a beauty.  No words are necessary.  Just go watch.