It's a grown up futon.

Short-of-leg-length people might get annoyed because the mattress I picked is so thick (almost standard mattress thickness) that when it is a couch, MY feet barely touch the ground. So it is higher than your usual couch.

I like it. Now I'm going to go sit on it, now that I'm showered (I got so sweaty gross) and fed.

Very nice, Sara!

Yay walking Dylan!

I've yet to find a yoga teacher here that offered any insight/substitutions/alternatives for people who couldn't do the full pose, even after they've heard everyone's injuries, or even come around and adjust me

Okay, sparky, I'm going to preach it. I have been practicing Anusara yoga since I've been doing yoga. I've ALWAYS been given modifications, how to use a prop, where we are starting and heading too and if you can't do a pose, we're always given options. And we've always been told both the meditative woowoo stuff as well as the technical alignment stuff.

When K goes with me to yoga, even though she can't get into a pose, she is almost always told what to do in lieu of things that might worsen knee injuries or the like which she already has.

So I guess I'm suggesting finding an anusara class or studio (www.anusara.com) because I've been to multiple studios in LA, SF, and even in Vegas and never not had that experience. It's part of their teacher training, I think.

CUTIE HEAD WALKING BABY

Yay Dylan!

Kat, I have to admit having seen strange babies I'd love to photograph. NSM with the asking, though.

In ER waiting room. Surly. Very shakey. Nowhere to hide. Phone calls and ciggies out here; basketball in there.

Sara, I'm all about the grownup futons. College gave them a bad name. Yeehaw.

Yay for Dylan walking! (and warning to mommy--they get very good at it very fast!)

Oh ita! I'm sorry that you're back in the ER.

I should try to find a yoga studio near me. Hrm.

Some drunk chick at the Flamingo in Vegas, this morning at 1:00 AM as K was walking Noah around the gardens and fountains in a desperate attempt to get him to sleep asked if she could take a picture of the baby? WTF?

WTF indeed. People!

Fast-forward a year and Boy Cousin and Girlfriend get engaged. We're having lots of fun deciding how many dates we'll each bring to the wedding and what the hell we're going to wear. Like, texts flying within minutes of the engagement. Good times, good times...

Remember how you were reminded of your Atlanta thrift store find by SailAweigh's pictures today?

The watch whose battery I finally replaced is still fritzy. I bought a Citizen Eco-Drive which is never supposed to need a battery. EAT IT, STUPID WATCH!