pant pant pant
Just got a phone call from the guy at the Post-Gazette…
I am writing for them! Wee!
The phone conversation was pretty funny. I picked up the phone and heard, “Hi, this is Brian from the Post-Gazette–” then the boyfriend groggily picked up the other phone, “Hellooo?” Awkward moment of silence. I whispered to the boyfriend, “I got it!” then started breaking out into a drenching sweat. The guy from the PG giggled and then started telling me what the deal was. The baby, of course, chose that moment to attempt death-defying stunts on his toys and the living room furniture, turning the obnoxious musical toys on all at once and pitching a fit. I heard little of what the PG guy said. I'm telling you, Boyz N the Hood. Boyz N the Hood.
On an unrelated note, we saw 28 Days Later yesterday. I liked it…and the baby just got hurt.
sigh
more later
