randomness

Introduced Irene to Eddie Izzard's stand-up yesterday. I knew if I could get her as far as "cake or death" on the *Dress to Kill* dvd she was doomed. Succeeded.

I've now gone through the wedding pics three times in the last three weeks -- with Irene yesterday, Robin last week, Aunt Isabel the week before. I ought to bring them up to my folks' next weekend, but with 12 rolls of 36 -- uh uh. Not going to happen.

And my cat Cabell's gotten so round that this morning I watched her continuously topple over as she tried to clean herself. Oh dear.

Rooftop birthday party tonight. Should be fun as long as I keep away from the edges.