So tonight we ate at one of our favorite vegetarian restaurants. The experience was somewhat marred by crack! I'll explain.
A woman was sitting with her back to me. She wore an extremely loose white belt, more for decoration than anything else. Between the belt, and above her waistband, was CRACK. Like an inch of it. I don't want to see that while I'm eating.
It's true, she was reasonably attractive. This was not a hairy, fleshy plumber's ass. But still. Cover your crack!
D had some MRIs done today to monitor his back. He herniated a disc a while ago. A little-known fact: you get a gift with your MRI. The gift of socks. They are very snazzy and have little treads on the bottom.
Walking through Central Park after dinner, I spotted a small gray-and-white cat lurking among the rocks. I headed toward it but it ran away. I hope it's okay and that it knows how to forage for itself. It looked so small and vulnerable. But D assured me that the cat did not look scrawny and probably enjoys being outside. I hope so.