Regarding yesterday’s nonexistent gym visit or phone call from Terry…nothing was wrong with her or the baby, she just fell back asleep on the couch after getting up with Isabella. Must be hard to adjust to new motherhood. But Isabella is the squishiest, softest, cutest, smiliest 3 month old I know so there are compensations. And she smells good. And she drooled on me. She must like me!

Last night hung out at Janice’s house. (I work with Janice. She’s nuts. She lives a few blocks from us.) George had fixed her computer. Whenever we go over there, she and her husband, Butch, ply us with alcohol, particularly these amaretto slushies that Butch makes. Holy cow, they’re yummy but high in points. I only had a little last night, I swear!

Can’t wait to go shopping tomorrow. Yay! Think we might go see Fahrenheit 911 tonight. Should be interesting, but is sure to enrage George (in the way Michael Moore intended.)