Admiring Photos

So, I'm at the home of some friends of Miss Cake and they wanted to show me some pictures she'd sent them. With great enthusiasm they took me through an entire slideshow of... my apartment. It was surreal; I don't think they ever really made the connection between my lack of comment and the fact that I've lived in the place for three years now. ("Isn't that a wonderful view?" she said at one point. Um, yeah, in fact it's one of the reasons I rented the place.) They also showed me pictures Cake had taken at school, which I didn't like at all because those are my kids and I don't like being reminded that someone else is taking care of them this year.

Then we went to the park where the younger daughter and I made a sad attempt at playing pingpong until she finally ran off with someone her own age then promptly hurled herself from the monkey bars and had to be taken to the ER*. The husband drove me home. I ate cookies. MLIA.

*Mado just called to say I love you tell me that baby girl is staying in the hospital overnight and will have surgery tomorrow. She's got a fracture and... something about two things (bones?) that slid one over the other. Not sure, but it sounds pretty awful.