The baby toes are sweet and juicy and I would do anything, no matter how hard or horrible or personally repellant -- move heaven and earth, cut off my own right arm, kiss W on the lips -- to keep those toes well and safe.

Poor Matilda's going to have to submit to a lot of sloppy kisses and cuddling on the bus ride home tonight.

Sorry. Writing the story that was in this post was a mistake.

From the LA Times:

Officials reported an estimated $30,000 in private property damage to a wood-shake roof. More than 400 Department of Water and Power customers were still without electricity this morning as crews waited for the fire to die down before they could repair fire-damaged poles, said agency spokeswoman Terry Schneider.

Isn't a wood shake roof in a fire prone area a supremely bad idea?

kiss W on the lips

That right there is love.

Isn't a wood shake roof in a fire prone area a supremely bad idea?

Yup. I think that I heard it was the only house with a shake roof in that general area, the rest were tile.

Poor Matilda's going to have to submit to a lot of sloppy kisses and cuddling on the bus ride home tonight.

Yeah, poor Matilda, she always seems to hate that;)

If pregnancy conferred intelligence and common sense and basic human nurturing, the world would be a better place. Too often pregnancy just confers a sense of "Huh! How did that happen!"

Maybe a little schadenfreude will cheer people up?

TMZ has learned that Paris Hilton has seen a new lawyer in a desperate attempt to save her ass.

Hilton has already retained famed criminal defense lawyer Howard Weitzman. Yesterday, she met with celeb DUI lawyer Richard Hutton. TMZ spotted Hilton bawling as she drove away Hutton's office Tuesday afternoon, with mom Kathy driving -- and consoling -- her daughter.

Hilton is in a true pickle and it seems she's throwing a Hail Mary by going to Hutton, hoping she can convince the courts she shouldn't serve 45 days in the pokey. This could be the most expensive DUI case ever.

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There's a picture of her crying as her mom drives her away.

I'm not sure why I'm so gleeful about the whole 'Paris Hilton in Jail' thing....

So I was just not at a presentation for an hour with astronauts where I did not get the autograph of one for two little boys and did not get my picture taken. Also? In the talk, the lone female astronaut for the mission, whose primary is operating the arm the astronauts are lashed to, sometimes based off their directions did not say "We're still working on how much 12 inches really is."

Anyway. I really don't like asking for autographs. But I did it!

JZ, FWIW, I became completely freaked out by news stories like that when Owen was born. I became obsessed with a couple of them (especially one high profile case here in town). I had to back away from those headlines for a long while. They still obviously make me sick to my stomach but for the longest time, I just would go from rage to despair to depression about these poor babies that I couldn't help.

By the way, the package for the peanut IS on its way. I had to repack the box when I found a couple of extremely cute items in the closet for Matilda. I also have some Robeez to pass on to her.