I is Crrrazy for Headbands!

For more reasons than are worth explaining here, I have recently taken a serious shine to wearing headbands. All the time. Literally, everyday. And can't stop. Today is Day 9 in straight headband adornment. I'm impressing even myself.

This all began by some brazen band buying by my beloved broommate.* And now it's spirally out of control - some much so that I created a blog just for it.** Soon there will be character introductions posted there so that you can all get to know my headbands as well as I do.

So check it out:
HEADBANDS!!

*stands for "roommate". I was just trying to keep up the alliteration.
**this was also mostly caused by way of trying to avoid homework

Wait Until You See these Sweet Rims!

I don't usually babysit on the weekends, but this last Sunday I did. Apparently Sundays, on the Upper East Side, are Dad Day at the local playgrounds. On weekdays I typically find myself surrounded by other care-givers and moms, but this last Sunday I found myself wading through a paternal sea to get my three-and-a-half year old charge to the merry-go-round. As I stood watching him "conduct" the merry-go-round like a true engineer, I overheard the following conversation between two Sunday dads:

Dad 1: "Yeah, have you checked out this model?"
Dad 2: "No, I don't think so. What do you think of it?"
Dad 1: "Oh man, it's great. You should feel the way it handles! You wanna try it out?"
Dad 2: "Yeah, let me see. Wow! You're right! It handles like a dream!"
Dad 1: "Yeah, it's got great shocks!"

The object over which they were marvelling - a stroller. I kid you not. Only in New York.