Gross

Today I rushed around getting a letter written and printed to the best of my ability and posted on time, which is always a very confusing undertaking for me, with elements of high drama usually thrown in. This time, I missed the boat, so to speak, and had to make a detour to 55th Street after 7 pm, so, to recover, B took me to see The Family Stone in the neighborhood we lived in before she was born. She says switching brothers is gross. I agreed that it seemed unhygienix, but I thought the movie was fun although trite and in bad taste, although not qute as Kincaid as the opening credits promised. We came home, ate dinner and and watched Everyone Says I Love You while she IMed her friends, which is always in very good taste.