finally, a frivolous blog

Snuggled up in his Baby Björn, Baby Fausto, now 2 and a half weeks old, joined his parents for the ritual farmer's market outing this morning. Everyone oohed and ahhed over our tiny and very handsome little man. Everyone, that is, except our friend Tommy. While his partner Dennis was transfixed on the baby, Tommy directed his gaze toward my feet -- my feet! -- pronouncing them much improved from the insane swelling of the last weeks of pregnancy. Apparently my feet had been concerning him for quite a while, and he was visibly relieved to see them bony, in flip-flops, with a mostly in tact pedicure. Goes to show you that a gay man is a gay man is a gay man, from California to the Mississippi Delta.