Eleven Short Months Later...

Huzzah -- we have a court date for a finalized adoption! It's late in May, but there are no stones in the passway nor hellhounds at our tail (to quote Robert Johnson by way of T.C. Boyle), so we are a happy family.

Sadly, the toothpaste is "bubblegum" flavored, so they are junkies now. Look at their wired little eyes. They won't let go of the toothbrushes -- go ahead and try to take them -- and they get real moody when they don't have the paste. Now it's taking more and more toothpaste to get their teeth clean, and it seems like their teeth will never be as clean as they were that first time they brushed.

Kirsten and I were able to slip out last night to have dinner at Milwaukee's one and only Ethiopian restaurant, which I'd been eager to do for some time. It was a decent dinner, although it didn't totally live up to my memories of Eithiopian dinners in Boston. (See toothpaste analogy above.)

Ruminations on recent tests of the liver and Keith Richards at Qpunga. Also, look for a link to "A Hard Day's Night of the Living Dead."