I was six months old when we went to the Grand Canyon. But my brother was six and my sisters were nine and ten and Mom says she got completely freaked out at the edge (there are pictures of them).
I think my sister and I pulled an escape (sort of) when we were two. Mom thought she lost us when she was on the phone to her sister and had the whole neighborhood out looking for us for about a half an hour. They found us playing in our own (empty) bathtub.
DJ, your friend's husband sounds like a royal asswipe. The sooner she's rid of him, the better.
I pick up my sister's wedding dress tonight. I found a friend to go with me to help me get into the corset bra because the last time I had to depend on the kindness of strangers (for lack of buffistas, although I should have called Ailleann).
Also, it's NEW COMIC AND PIE DAY!