Listen. Our lives are pretty small at this point.

The only way you are going to find this remotely amusing is if you're over a certain age.

And even then, I'm not sure.

As you know, Nick takes J on a walk around the block every morning. They know the homeless guys in the neighborhood. They pet dogs. They meet new people.

This morning they met a man at the top of the street who told Nick he was a Vietnam vet. He'd also been a Navy SEAL. He'd been decorated by the President.

I said, "Wow!"

"I'm not sure all of this is true."

Suddenly! I realized the potential that this conversation had!

"Hmm. Well, you may be right. He may be crazy...But he just may be the lunatic we're looking for."

And Nick - my true love - replied, "Turn out the lights. Don't try to save him."

"He may be wrong, for all we know."

"But he may be right."

Sooo, yah. That was breakfast.

And with that, I leave you for LA. I'm trying to convince Nick to do a post or two for me while I'm gone, at the suggestion of FoggyDew. He's very busy, so we'll see.

Happy weekend, all!

PS. Photo above, taken yesterday during J's birthday celebration? Seersucker pants! Hard to tell in the photo, but they are. Definitely think the man in seersucker pants needs to blog.