The rain is interfering with me getting my leaves off my lawn, since they don’t blow nicely. I am sick of rain. In Southeastern Pennsylvania, it’s been a very wet fall. Today I attended a Bris Milah for my friend Jason’s newly born son. For those of you who don’t know what a Bris is, it’s essentially ritual penis choppery, followed by singing in Hebrew, then eating many varieties of smoked fish, and sweet things. Those of us born in the 70s and who weren’t Jewish only got the choppery, and no food. Clearly we were gypped.
Before the Bris, Bitter and I went to Babies R’ Us to find age appropriate toys. Disappointed that they didn’t have “Baby’s First Submachine Gun Upper,” which would have been fun for the whole family, we decided to get a few newborn baby things, and a giant stuffed alien that is larger than the baby. If he grows up to believe he was once abducted, it will be my fault. But I couldn’t pass up a stuffed alien. I just had a rabbit and a dog as a kid. Toy designers are much more imaginative these days. Speaking of crap that I wish they had when I was a kid, I can’t figure out whether I would have thought this was the coolest toy ever, or would have been scared to death of it. If they end up making a model that will walk, I might have to think about kids just so I can buy one.