The woman in front of me at Starbucks does not quite get it, this business of Living in The World. The principles of forming an orderly line have eluded her; she blocks the pastry case with her giant stroller (in which an admittedly very cute baby is totally sacked out) and meanders uncertainly to the register, and when the barista finally asks for her order, she very, very tentatively whispers "Um...c o f f e e...?" and OHHHH MY GOD COME OOOOONNNNN.
In other news, did I ever mention that Mr. Sis was a personal trainer at a local gym? Here he is on Halloween, as Richard Simmons.
Nice coif! Although I think that tank top could benefit from a little more Bedazzling.