I got stuck on my list of escapades so I figured, what the hell, I'll post it. It can be found here if you are interested. As of right now, the link on that page (which theoretically directs you to more adventure lists) goes to Greyson's main page. But I believe he's going to create a separate page specifically for these lists. So if you'd like to hop aboard this little project, let one of us know.

As you can see, I now have four lists of books to read, each containing 100 books. Of course, there are many books that are on more than one of the lists. Actually, I should say, there are 65 books that are on two of the four lists. There are no books which are are on all four of the lists. And there are a mere handful of books that are on three out of the four: Death Comes For The Archbishop by Willa Cather, The Color Purple by Alice Walker, To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee, Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys, Women In Love by D.H. Lawrence, and Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh.

I've read the first three books on that list, and none of the others. In fact, I've never even heard of Wide Sargasso Sea. By all rights, To Kill a Mockingbird should be on all four of the lists. The only one it isn't on is the Modern Library's list, and many people, myself included, thought this was the most egregious of the list's many oversights.

I don't know if this is interesting to anyone else, but it's fascinating to me. Then again, I am the queen of the bookworms. What do you expect?

I also have a picture for you. I'm still waiting for that picture of Mickey, but I did get a couple of pictures from yesterday's excursion. Here is one of them, which Mar has kindly named "hunchback.jpg" in my honor. Thanks, Mar. (Blowjob face.)

Of course, I do look like I have a hunchback in this picture. That's because I am positioned strangely, leaning over a railing. I swear I don't have a hunchback in real life. Really. I promise. And also, the sweater I was wearing is only one color, but in the picture, it looks like it's two colors.

I have no idea what the hell is up with this picture. It's totally misrepresenting reality.

At least Meghan and Beth look cute. You should see the picture in which Beth looks like an undertaker with big ears. Undertaker.jpg. That's funnier than my hunchback picture by a mile.

The Kid is so, so cute. He's madly in love with me, or so his mothers tell me. All I know is that he's always asking if he can come visit me and Cassie. If Jane or Leah are in the room, he'll tell them to leave. "You go out there, Mommy. And close the door." Whenever one of his parents comes in to take him to bed, she'll say, "Say goodnight to Monique!" and he'll start with this shy grin and bury his face in her neck. He is going to be a heartbreaker, let me tell you.

He has a bunch of little rituals he engages in when he comes in. He knocks politely on my door, and toddles into the room. If he sees Cassie, he'll say, "Hi Cassie! Can I squeak you?" Squeak, in two-year-old, means "squirt with the spray bottle". So he'll grab the spray bottle, and I'll lift him up, and he'll squeak Cassie. When he's done, and Cassie is sitting there fluffing herself indignantly, he pronounces, "Cassie likes dat!"

He also asks, "Where's my chair?" The beanbag chair I have is now "his" chair, and he insists that I get it out of the corner and place it in the middle of the room. He'll leap off the bed onto it repeatedly, get "stuck" in it and need me to save him, or he will bring a movie to watch from the comfort of the beanbag.

So here's the cutest story. The other night, I was watching Felicity. Or, I was trying. The Kid toddled in to hang out with me, and asked for his chair. He sat in it for a few minutes, and then wandered out of the room. He wandered back, presenting a Wallace and Gromit video to me. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes. "Can we watch diss?"

I was strong. "No, honey. I'm watching a show right now." He looked at the TV. Then back at me. "Can we watch diss movie?" I resisted further. "Not tonight. I'm watching this show right now." He put the video down. He picked it up again. He held it out to me. "Can we watch the movie?" Again, I said no. It was hard, but I said no.

He toddled out of the room. Five minutes later, he toddled back in, carrying a different video. "Can we watch diss movie?" He thought I didn't like his choice of movie, and maybe if he brought one I liked, I'd let him watch with me. Since I am not made of stone, I decided I would just read the Felicity recap on MBTV, and let him watch whatever he wanted. Man, that kid is a cutie.

Speaking of TV, did anyone else see E.R. on Thursday? Man, that helicopter non-crash was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. It was all played up in the previews that "A Hero Will Fall" and the viewers were all expecting a fiery crash. In actual fact, it was more like, "A Hero Will Land, Perhaps A Little Faster Than Usual, In Perfect Anticlimactic Safety." There are some really funny posts about this on MightyBigTV.

But the strangest thing is, last night, I had a dream that I was Dr. Chen, and I was pregnant. In my dream, I revealed to my colleagues that Romano was the father of my baby. Romano and I kept having these interactions and although we fought a lot, the undercurrent was that we were madly in love with each other.

So now, I have this totally bizarre crush on Romano. And I can't shake it, either. Why couldn't I have dreamed I was Abby, getting it on with Luka? But no. Instead, I'm totally hot for Romano now.

Damn the man.

"No matter how many times I explain this to Matt, for some reason, he hates the idea of this guy lurking 'in Wisconsin' waiting for my visit."