leaving on a jet train
we have a wedding to attend in our nation's fair swampland capital. weather forecast: 900 percent humidity at 115 degrees. who cares?! sleep forecast: while not attending nuptials, the wife and i will cram more Z's into one weekend than were in the entire last 12 seasons of sesame street. we might even just skip the wedding and sleep.
sleep. it's the new sex.
anyway. the in-laws are coming this afternoon to relieve the nanny and will stay with the baby until/if we come back on sunday. i suspect that mater-in-law will abscond with the child, who she loves more than we do. between you and me, it's a little eerie. the woman has a baby-nice-guy fetish. i fear she will set up some alt-interweb baby-fetish group while we're out of town. (and now, if you google "baby fetish" and "it's the new sex" you will get this blog. splendid.)