This Is A Brooklyn Bound 4 Express Train

Okay, picture in your head a subway car. You are in it and it is packed. You are somewhere under the East River. You are moving and the car is swaying side-to-side, side-to-side, and okay let’s be honest here, it is hot, you might be a little sweaty.

Now, imagine the worst possible thing you could smell while stuck in an overcrowded train under the East river.

Go on. Got it?

Did you imagine baked salmon?

Flat Baby

From the mail-gods yesterday came a cute little Flat Stanley from my neice Morgan (Flat Morgan) for us to dress and cart around the city.

We took a million pictures of Flat Morgan. Flat Morgan with B, Flat Morgan with N, Flat Morgan with our insane view of Brooklyn, and Flat Morgan with Peter Pan (who promptly removed Flat Morgan's flat pants).

 Then we took Flat Morgan to our friends' apartment on the seventh floor to eat the flattest, greasiest, best-pizza-after-Grimaldi's which always has a two hour wait even on a Tuesday night pizza.

These friends happen to have a 2-day-old squishy human that I'd been dying to spread mushy kisses over, so we slipped Flat Morgan into the paper bag next to the pizza, where she traveled down the elevator in style with flat parmesan cheese and red pepper flake packets. Hours later, we embarked back home on the elevator back to the magical land of the seventeenth floor, whereupon we realized we had left Flat Morgan in the flat paper bag in the greasy flat-pizza box.

We rescued her just in time to avoid a flat pizza death.

Those Ears!

I love this weird little puppy.

Sushi!

It is March in Brooklyn, and it is 70 degrees out today. 70 degrees! I decided this kind of weather called for sushi. but the delivery guys don't take credit cards and I was plum outta cash. I almost never have cash, I don't know what that's about. So there I was, sitting on the floor of my apartment, wearing shorts and a tee-shirt, cashless, and so I decided to get up and go to the ATM. (Isn't this getting exciting?)

I beeped in my pin and got my monies and so high on the temperate climate was I that I decided to walk the six blocks to the sushi place rather than call for take out. While I waited for my order to be ready I regaled the sweet Japanese waitresses with my tale of perilous ATM transactions and surprisingly balmy weather and also my new blister.

That monkey roll was HEAVEN.

August Rush

Robin Williams and Felicity are right now, this-very-minute, filming a movie called August Rush down the street.

There's a huge old trailer blocking our view of the neighborhood Chipotle, wires and equipment everywhere, and random tables of snacks. Making a movie is so swanky.

We've taken Peter Pan on far more walks than is necessary lately, just in case they happen to need a good looking dog and his average looking owners as extras.

Sadly, no big breaks yet.