John Goes Behind the Orange Curtain

Maureen decided to go to her favorite retailer today to buy some make-up and look at some clothes for the boy. Yes, she paid a visit to Neiman Marcus and purchased some make-up and an after baptism outfit for John. The outfit is a Florence Eiseman. Apparently, anyone who's in the know knows who Florence Eiseman is. I guess I'm not in the know because I was nonplussed and unmoved when she told me. She's quite excited with the prospect of changing him out of his baptismal gown and putting him in the blue romper by this Florence Eiseman. Oh well, I have been told: Happy Wife = Happy Life.



Then she goes on to tell me that she did all this at the Neiman Marcus on Fashion Island. That got my dander up. There's a Neiman Marcus not 10-minutes from our apartment on Wilshire. In this day and age when gas costs $4.05/gallon unleaded, I have asked her to refrain from doing that again. Sure, John likes the long car rides and it allows Maureen to get out and about after one month of not really leaving the apartment, but the cost of gas is just too crazy to drive down there for a shopping excursion at the moment. Enough of my frugal rantings. I'm beginning to sound like John Kobylt on KFI, more stimulating Talk Radio.

Notice how the boy smiles in both pictures. He does that for his mother on command, but it takes forever for him to smile at me. I think he inherited that from me. We both like to flash MAGNUM only when necessary...if you don't understand that, go rent Zoolander. It's 90-minutes of mindless fun and David Bowie has a great cameo.