Danger Mouse, Here I Come

Not much has been going on around here. I got two haircuts in as many weeks, the result of each leaving me cold and unhappy. (NICK! I NEED YOU). I had two conversations with members of my family, both of whom convinced me that I need to get to the doctor and get me some pills. I reconnected with "Arrested Development" and spent a lot of time looking up Franklin videos and chicken dances on YouTube. I discovered that Hazel's hair fits into a ponytail, and immediately wondered if I should cut it for her. It's sad but true: mothers pass all their emotional baggage on to their daughters. Hazel will grow up exsiting within the ponytail-bored-haircut-miss ponytail-painful growing out-ponytail cycle. Ah well. At least she is pretty. I graded my students' first papers, only to be bombarded with angry tirades and emails about how unfair and wrong a grader I am, and how one particular paper was "perfect" and about how that one particular paper is being emailed to 10 different English professors to be graded (last time I checked, those professors hadn't gotten back to the writer of that one particular paper). Anywho.....occupational hazard, I guess. So not much really is going on--oh, except I am going to London tomorrow. Under strict orders from Holden, I am to find the fire hydrant that Danger Mouse and Penfold secretly call their headquarters. I am also supposed to find Baron Greenback and step on him. I'll let you know how all that works out.