I took the girls in with me on my way to the theatre (it was opening night of the one-acts) and gave them to Fran.

While we were on the van, Bonnie mentioned her boyfriend. "You have a boyfriend, Bonnie?" "Yes, his name is Maverick Martinez." Now, I would have thought that Bonnie was making that up, but I checked with Cynthia, and it seems that that actually was his name. Did his parents watch Top Gun once too often?

Then she started talking about how she missed him, since he is from her old school, and how they first got together. Apparently, "I was bitten by the love bug and he was bitten by the love bug." Things are much easier for five year olds, I think, or maybe they are the same. We get bitten by the love bug and then Katie bar the door.

On my way home from the show, I ran into Cynthia on the van and we rode home together.

When we got off of the van and were walking home, we noticed that there were huge clouds in the sky, but when we turned the corner we realized that they weren't clouds, that it was smoke, and that Park Ave. was on fire.

Now, our house is two blocks from Park, so it was unlikely that our house would burn down, but we walked over to check out the fire. It was a strip of stores, the hardware store and the karate dojo and the bakery, and the fire hadn't touched the bakery on the corner yet, but there would be plenty of smoke damage even if it ended up standing.

There were lots of firemen all squirting water all over the fire, so we felt certain that it wouldn't hit our house. It's good that it's stores, not houses, that it had started after business hours, so probably nobody was hurt. I wonder if it was for the insurance?

A couple of hours after I got home, there was a blackout that hit the whole neighbourhood. Probably had to do with the fire. I ended up going to bed early. Blackouts are boring.

Dooce has had her frog baby! Congrats, Dooce and Jon!

Today's horoscope:
Not all people share your best interests. Cooks and chemists preside with a delicate touch over unstable mixtures. Despite the obvious restrictions, you can still prepare for the unexpected.

One year ago today:
With Milo I never took him to the vet and he died at home and I felt guilty about it, with Elvis I've taken him to the vet twice and I feel guilty about that, too. How do you know the right thing to do? It must be a hundred times worse with children.

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