If Olivia had just paid me the hush money....

...then I wouldn't have to announce here that Olivia apparently inherited the "can't back up" vehicle disability.

Luckily, the car she hit was her own grandfather's and he was pretty understanding about the whole thing.

Still, I think Olivia's ability to mock Ivy about her driving skills has been greatly diminished.

Close Those Curtains, Dude!

Last night, all four of us went to SF to see "Jersey Boys." (We highly recommended it. Great fun, great music. Just a really good show, especially if you're old and remember the Four Seasons. But even Ivy and Oli liked it, so it can appeal to all ages. Or theatre freaks of all ages, anyway.)

As we're driving to BART, we get stuck at a stoplight. On the right of us are several houses. I happen to glance up and see living room with a ginormous television screen. I comment on it, we all agree it's gotta be a 60' screen, really impressive.

The light is still red. The TV owner is flipping through the dials. Soccer! Wow, it looks really great on that big screen! Flip, flip, some commercial. Still looks great though. And then...

Pow!

Hey, what is that guy watching?

I don't know, I can't quite tell.

Oh good god. Would ya look at that?

Porn, in living color on a 60' tv screen. Really graphic porn.

The light is still red. We are stuck at the light for oh, maybe another 60 seconds. Which gives a person plenty of time to see all sorts of stuff they really don't wish to see with their children. Or at any time really. I mean, yuck. And yet we can't tear our eyes away. It's so horrific, and we're stuck there, with a 5 foot tall penis in our faces.

I bet this guy is pretty popular in his neighborhood though.