Another sultry night in the city. Did I say sultry? I meant repulsively nasty. The city feels like a garbageman's armpit on summer days like today. Fortunately, our awesome contractor (how often do you hear those two words together?) came by to finish the last details of our construction project (Cheeky's Fortress of Solitude) and fixed our A/C so it doesn't knock out our power every time it turns on. It's like living in a crisper, which ROCKS after losing 3 lbs of water weight walking the block from the subway.
The kid was starting to smell like a blend of hot sick and high school gym-socks, so we hosed her down after dinner. We also managed to clip her talons of death, so she can no longer snatch fish and other small prey to feed on. Dr. Hfuhruhurr gave Chloe two thumbs up, while simultaneously giving Claudia a guilt trip over breast-feeding. Thanks Doc! Now how about some Paxil while you're at it?
Tomorrow's big plans include the long-awaited car swap, where we trade in Swedish comfort and under-sized cup-holders for German engineering and trunk-space. Very exciting. The legendary BMW handling should be invaluable as we accumulate miles moving it across the street whenever alternate-side parking rules are in effect. Maybe we'll circle the block a couple times to celebrate before parking it next to a dumpster.