The best part of New Year's Eve was getting a sitter for the baby so we could go off without a care. Well there's still a nasty knowledge knowing that there's no such thing as real recovery time since the baby doesn't believe in giving you the break. So we weren't going to get blotto with a cabbie pouring us on our front steps. Still it was a joyful rush that we were going to get to be adults and not have to swap off eyeballing the human tornado.

Then the weird thing happened that one of our friend kept turning to the Kids channel on Music Choice. We can't escape the world we've slipped into.