The moon is full. Full of what I'm not sure.

Speaking of full, we thought we'd try to entice Willow with some yummy baby pears. She had fun flailing about with the spoon, but as soon as the pears touched her mouth, her expression turned to one of dismay. You'd have thought we were trying to feed her dirty socks. I think we have tarnished her perfect little world forever. Perfect little worlds, evidently, do not contain baby pears.
The same thing happened when we tried to feed her a smidgeon of one of the melt-in-your-mouth maple candies that Jen got me for Christmas. Judging by her expression, we might as well have been trying to feed her something that we had gotten out of the back end of a dog.
Someday she will eat, but not today.

There were cops out tonight, but again they were distracted. This time they were trying to figure out how a little sports car had smashed through a fence and stopped partway up an embankment. What a puzzler. Better call the inspector.

cds I listened to while not being pulled over because police can't do two things at once: Finntroll "Visor Om Slutet", V/A "Phases: The Dark Side of Music", Ilgi "Agrie Gadi", and Hamlet Gonashvili "Hamlet"