I was hit up for “a couple of bucks” by two complete strangers in two completely different settings yesterday. I didn’t have “a couple of bucks” in either case, but what ever happened to asking for spare change? I might have been able to come up with a couple of quarters or something, but since that amount of money isn’t worth asking for, I figured it wasn’t worth getting out my wallet and looking for either. Very strange. I guess I must look like a soft touch or something.

William and I played in the backyard a bit last night. Mostly it was him hiding in the trees, and me playing with the baseball/bat trying to get him to come out. When he finally came out, he wanted to play baseball by himself (just like I had been doing) while I hid “in the forest.” He gets so giddy when he’s in the backyard playing, it’s really a delight to see/hear. In fact, I think I’ll try to upload an mp3 of one of his laughs from last night - I had the mp3 recorder on me, and I think I got something serviceable. If I don’t do it by tomorrow, remind me (if you’re interested.)

Simpson’s quote of the day: “I hope you enjoyed my one-man pie fight, kids!” - Krusty