It is momentarily quiet at the Brown-Comer household. Bryan is taking a well-deserved nap, as is Binja. Binja woke up SCUH-REAMING last night and nothing made him happy. Sure enough, the poor child had a low fever and could not get comfortable. After Bryan reached his wits’ end, I rocked the baby until he finally could be laid down without exploding.
Today, everyone seems much happier. Bryan and Charlie took a walk down to the market to pick up the morning paper, while I hosed off our child as a result of a toxic diaper. (Random: while exersaucers are great for many things, they don’t contain poop well.) We pretended to go through the real estate listings, and then I begged Bryan to go take a nap. Now, it’s warm and silent in my house, and I’m loving being here.
We had a great time this weekend at the Monologues; it was so wonderful to see so many familiar faces! Friday night was just stuffed with people I adored, which is awesome. Last night, the Coven met for dinner at Steph’s before making our way to the Monkey, which was a fabulous way to start the evening. (There was wine.) Then we all sprawled out on couches backstage and gossiped for hours. (More wine.) Then we helped demolish the leftover vagina lollipops (to soak up the wine). I drove Steph home and we praised ourselves on another successful fundraiser.
I have to admit, while I knew little to no one in the audience last night, I was impressed with my own performance. Continue Reading →