Cabo Combarto

You know what I miss about cribs? The fact they're just cages with a mattress in them. We put Asher down, ooooohhhh, ten minutes ago and he's come out of his room every twenty two seconds like clockwork. To add awesomeness to this, we're watching the last season of True Blood so every time he pops his head out someone on the TV yells, Whore or is moaning from graphic hard vampire sex.

(That's one thing this show does right. Can we look at Dracula for a second? What we have here is a story about a suave forgiener out to get our Western women. Jonathan Harker was just scared of the co . . . um, countblock.  I'm guessing the only image you know from the first vampire movie (Nosferatu) is the creepy scaggy vampire slowly sneaking up on the sleeping lady. In the bedroom. Nudge. Nudge. Wink. Wink).

We're going on 45 minutes of this. Three, four times a minute. It's gonna get old, right, about, now.

Here's how I found him at nap time today. Laying on the crash pad instead of the bed. Which is almost as good as the time Dianna caught him drinking A1 out of the bottle.


We went to the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk a while back. It's a smaller sized aquarium full of fish, mainly. But also . . . animatronic dinosaurs. Not even fish dinosaurs. They did have the absolute coolest shrimp I've ever seen thought. And the hypnotoad.

 I have a barnacle.

 Waiting for the seal feeding.

A seal.

The place is full of exotic animals (LOOK AT THIS BUTTON), frogs, toads, sharks (THIS BUTTON), seahorses, that awesome shrimp (BUTTON), a play room with a vaguely nautical theme, a life size fishing boat, seals swimming around (DAD, DAD, LOOK AT THIS BUTTON), snakes, meerkats - which have no place in an aquarium what so ever (AND THIS). Yes, I see the button, Asher. It's right there. It's red. It's a button. You can push it. I HAVE BEEN. IT DOES NOTHING BUT I'M GOING TO KEEP PUSHING IT FOR A WHILE.

Fine.

And we got some ice cream.

Once True Blood is over (which we're still watching in sixteen second intervals) I'm going to re watch Warren Zevon's last Letterman Show. It's good. But also depressing. Like James Taylor and googling old girlfriends.