I feel like I should expect more out of the New York Times app. Seems low-class to see a “test advertisement” http://flic.kr/p/9BF7Qd

Easter egg hunt ended like it always does… In tears. http://flic.kr/p/9Be7BQ

Kicking off this meeting with talk of mini vans

Something inside me made me look at my cat tonight and think, “if things were different, I could make you happy…”

I’m going to work out tonight, but my esophagus is low on triglycerides, I’m walking on thin ice here.

Blow-drying Margo’s Hair

Yesterday I was blow-drying my youngest daughters hair while she stood on the stool in front of the sink. She was wrapped up in a towel and staring sternly into the mirror studying all the features on her tiny face. I thought, ‘what could she possibly be disapprove of at the age of four? She has big eyes, a tiny button nose, cute cheeks and a small mouth.’ I remembered a few months ago when we were staying at her grandparents house up north when she said she wished she was skinny. Then, as she leaned in closer to study what I imagined were he eyebrows I had a glimpse of what she would be like at 20.

“You’re pretty. Do I ever tell you that?” I said.

“Yeah, you do all the time.”

“Well you are. I think you’re beautiful. If you ever marry someone, you got to make sure they tell you every day or they’re an idiot.”

She continued to stare into the mirror, slowly turning her face from one side to the next and looking from the corners of her eyes.

“If you do get married, what do you think he’ll look like?”

“Like you.”

“That’s gross. Do you think he’ll be skinny, regular or fat?”

“Umm…” She thought for a minute, “Fat, but then skinny later.” She said, still referencing me since I’ve been going to the gym. She’s told me more than once that she doesn’t want me to lose my gut.

“That doesn’t count. Will he be taller than you? The same size or smaller?”

“Same size. Just like you if I was as tall as you.”

“He can’t be like me Margo, it’s weird if you marry someone just like your dad. He needs to have something different, like dark hair or blond hair.”

“Dad! I just want to marry someone like you! But with better hats. I don’t like your hat.”

She rolled her eyes and continued looking in the mirror as I finished up drying the last of her wet hair. As I unplugged the dryer and put it in a drawer she added, “blond hair.”

Today I was in a hot tub with two successful gentlemen who talked the whole time about work. I couldn’t stop thinking about American Psycho

First new pair of glasses in 10 years. Don’t say they look “hipsterish”. #BecomingABeingOfLight http://flic.kr/p/9xRbHc

9 cups of coffee, a whole sheet of nicotine gum, and crest toothpaste. I can’t stop vibrating. #BecomingABeingOfLight

Working out while listening to the “Mike and Tom Eat Snacks” podcast is oddly inspiring http://bit.ly/efqElB @michaelianblack