August 2003 Archives

bluma is her name. she weight seven pounds and five ounces. born yesterday at 7:05 am after (and all you pregnant women prepare to feel jealous) only one hour of hard labor and three minutes of pushing. yep. three minutes! my sister always was an overachiever.

bluma's pretty damn cute in that newborn way. long eyelashes and curly dark hair. my other neice, her sister zella, calls her blue. but then zella calls dogs "doh-doh" and the stuffed animal i got for her "budger."

so there you have it. me, an uncle twice over.

the other day, i was in a pie fight. you know, it happens.

i was in dolores park, throwing pie at harvey, who was wearing a bra made out of rubber chickens. you know, like you wear sometimes. me and her and some other people, throwing pie.

i was wearing this waitress dress and was covered in pudding and whipped cream and, to be honest, not all that presentable. i walked over to talk to D and John. they hadn't been fighting with pie because they had important non-pie business. this gentleman, with a dog, stood near us. his dog came over to lick my leg because, you know, pie.

and the man tugged his dog away from me and said under his breath, "oh jeez. don't lick that clown!"

i think that's absolutely perfect.