My poor sister is taking unnecessary criticism for this photo. While there’s no excuse for that hideous sweatshirt and hideous purse (why does something so small require so many zippers?), I sent her out for the ice cream (and Advil PM and a DVD of Julie Andrews singing “My Favorite Things” on a constant loop) to build up my west coast stockpile.
I can’t accurately predict where I’ll be when the Cambridge baby announcement strikes, and have you been watching them at the Olympics? It could happen any minute.