I'm making mac and cheese. It's early Sunday morning (1:30 AM) and I have a craving for cheesy chemicals. I can't imagine a better way to satisfy that craving than with Kraft from the box.

Nicole and I went out tonight, we ended up at a "cantina" which was really just an underground bar with a few red and orange lights. Nicole has a last name, which she claims isn't really her name, and a sordid past, about which she won't talk, but who can blame her. She is a confident and beautiful and a perfect partner in crime.

I got hit on by two guys- Kurt and Kirk. Kurt asked for my phone number, then turned around and started to flirt with another girl at the bar. Kirk wanted to give me his phone number- I told I didn't call guys, and he went off in search of a pen and a piece of paper on which he was going to write my number down.

I don't plan on returning either of their (potential) phone calls.

Megan's "partner" (Sarah's dad) is named Sean. Sean is almost 50, Sean is a surfer and kayaker, and Sean proves to be insanely attractive when he talks about his life. Sean (and Megan) seem to have had no plans to have kids. Sarah was a complete surprise. Sean is a lawyer, Megan was.

This afternoon, when Sarah was waking up from her nap, I tried to carry her from the couch to the dining room table, where we would wait for dinner. She woke just enough to complain-

"No! I want Daddy to carry me! His hands are warmer!"
"How do you know? We've both been inside."
"I just know."

She called Sean in to the room. She felt his hands, then asked him to feel mine. I looked up, knowing that any discomfort was stemming from me only. He placed his palm on mine, and as soon as it touched, I pulled away.

"Yup, I guess Daddy is warmer."

He carried her to the table, and thirty minutes later, I walked out of the house, down the street, and into the bar.