As it turned out, the front end of the apartment was much, much quieter than the back, and we all slept fine. We did wake briefly at 1 or so due to an inane front-stoop fight (Frat Boy A: incomprehensible whining and geebling; Frat Boy B (sullenly): Yeah, but I didn't do it! A: geeble; B: But I didn't do it!--for fifteen or twenty minutes, finally resolved when one of them got tired of it and just walked away), but the worst of the noise was definitely in back.

Random Matilda conversation, yesterday:

Matilda (peering in my mouth): What's that?
Me: My retainer.
Matilda: I get a retainer too!
Me: Your teeth are perfect now. Maybe when you're big.
Matilda (pondering): I got to grow. When I'm big. I will grow to be a big...big...big...big strong big, big, big...ROBOT.

Matilda (pondering): I got to grow. When I'm big. I will grow to be a big...big...big...big strong big, big, big...ROBOT.

With a retainer!

FEAR THE WRATH OF ROBOMATILDA!

I wish I had a macro lens for my camera. There's all sorts of interesting looking bugs out and about in the garden.

We'll have to get you this when Matilda reaches that point.

When I was a little bit older than Matilda, my mom had to face down our neighbor who had a Harley he tuned in his living room...it gave me horrible nightmares. He did eventually stop when she asked, but seriously, wtf?

Oh Jesus. George Tiller, one of the few late-term abortion providers left in this country, shot and killed on his way into church this morning. I'm just sick.

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Yeah, I saw that -- horrible.

That's horrifying.

Oh, no! That's awful.

That's in Wichita! I know where that church is. I mean, I know where the clinic is for that matter.

Just terrible.

That is terrible.