Weezer’s latest offering is playing on my computer right now: Raditude. My youngest brother hated it. I am really digging it, and I haven’t been wild about the stuff Weezer’s been putting out lately. This is the end of a long weekend, so I don’t have the energy or the desire for any in-depth review. Or anything.
I’m tired from running around and thinking about little else but Baby G. I bought Baby two giraffe toys at the Smithsonian last week. This kid is going to be spoiled. Mommy finished a very fine hand-knitted hat for Baby (and one for Daddy and one for Mommy also).
My baby won’t wear a hat even if it were knitted by God himself, or to go even further, by Caillou.