"You're so fat, I can't even shut the car door!"
Pregnancy happenings: not much, honestly. She moves a lot, the belly is bigger, I waddle up the stairs. You know, the usual. I did have an aggravatingly sleepless week, but not because of Tadpole-- I caught the flu and have been sniffling my way through it for the past three days. (I guess she'll inherit these antibodies, right? That's my tiny consolation.)
The fiscal cliff just got a lot more entertaining. (Thanks Hannah.)
"Secret Lives of Kitchen Spices" from The Atlantic.
A New Yorker profile of world-class pickpocket Apollo Robbins.