Survival of the littlest.

Wow, Florida has gone straight from killing feral cats to throwing tots out of windows. Now that's progress! Oh, fine, it's not funny, but the baby survived. Come on.

Update: the small man has left the apartment and has promised to return on Monday to sand the wall. It's too wet to do it today apparently. Fan-tastic. Maybe if he's lucky, the Milmans (we did some research on the upstairs neighbors) will put on a little show for him.

Yes, this blog was never supposed to be about me, and I promise that as soon as someone does something more exciting than throwing a baby out a car window, you won't hear another word about noisy pipes in the wall that I have no access to, bed deliveries and Milman sex.

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