It was a strange day. H3 and the little one are at an overnight camp out. Since I was all alone all day I ended up going to Raleigh thinking I could find something fun to do. I went to the Farmers Market and bought some plants and tomatoes. Then I drove around for a while trying to think of what I could do “all by myself” but ended up just heading home. I felt sad because if I had been in the ‘ville, a weekend all alone would have meant it was party time.

So now I am sitting on the couch watching Iron Chef being bored. I could clean the house or catch up on some editorial work but I just don’t want to.

I was just thinking about a conversation I had the other day with the little one. I was arguing with him over getting his over-grown hair cut.

He said he hated getting his hair cut. I explained to him that if he did not get it cut it would grow long and he would look like a girl.

He looked at me and said, very matter-of-fact, "Jeremy has long hair."

I had no rational response at that point except to say "well I read on the Internet that he is getting it cut." I thought it was an incredibly funny thing to say but I didn’t want him to know that.