This involved far too much effort. I've spent the past two hours trying to scrape a custom template together, using a library book on html. Oh, how pathetic.

The house is shaping up. I did three loads of laundry today, including the bed sheets for the kids... one mattress is still naked, I have to hunt around for a dry fitted sheet.

My tickets for the High Holidays arrived. They're sticking me next to another convert. I said to the guy arranging the seating chart, "Why not call it the converts' gallery?" He looked pained for a moment, as though I'd just accused him of being racist. I wonder how long I'll last with the baby chewing on my shoulder. She has teeth now, so it's not as cute as it sounds! But I still enjoy it. I even enjoy hearing her cry. To me, it's music.

Mr. Crazy is in his bedroom making dinosaur noises: "EEE! ERRR! EEE!"

The Prophet of Doom is eating a grilled cheese: "You should franchise these things."