Well you should see Polythene Pam, she's so good looking but she looks like a man.

My heterosexual life mate, Paul, and his wife, Gina, brought a beautiful new baby daughter into the world last night. Hooray! I can't wait to meet her.

I didn't blog yesterday because I left work early, didn't have much to say, and didn't want to.

We drove to Dallas to play a private party with The Rocketboys for a company that works in the advertising media field. We were well paid, well fed (tacos), and well appreciated by a handful of people. Most people there didn't seem like the kind of people who would be into loud rock music, and judging by their reactions, they weren't.

Tonight is Leah and I's last full night together til after SXSW. We'll be trying our best to relish in it.

Today my scale posted my lightest weight in a long time. I was surprised because I know how many free tacos I ate last night. I didn't stop until I hated myself. But I was happy to see that my dieting has been paying off.

When Leah and I were in the process of buying our house, I had to make copies of her Social Security card, as well as her green card, and send them to the bank. I brought both cards with me to work, made copies, and took them home at the end of the day, where I was sure I remembered giving them back to my wife.

In the weeks leading up to our last Canada trip, we realized that the green card was no where to be found. The last time we had it was when I made copies, so the blame fell on me. I was pretty sure that I remembered giving them back to her and repeatedly said so, but I know as well as Leah knows that my memory is shit. I held my ground but even I started to think that I had lost them or forgotten them somewhere. I could tell that Leah never really believed that I had given them back, and had, in fact, lost them.

Getting into Canada was no problem, but on the way back we were held in customs, almost fined $500 for not having the green card, and very nearly missed our flight. It was harrowing, incredibly stressful, and made me feel awful because I knew she blamed me even if she didn't say so.

So we've been figuring out how to renew and replace her green card. She came to the office today to make copies of her Social Security and birth certificate and whatnot, and when she pulled out her Social Security card, I'm sure you can guess what was hidden behind it. If you guessed anything other than her green card, you're powers of deduction are lacking. I'm so very rarely right about anything so I just want to drink in my victory. I am vindicated. It was so funny and ridiculous. While we were sweating bullets about not getting back into the country, we were holding the "missing" card all along. Oh, life, you got us again!

Harper has started learning to walk. I've seen her do about 7 or so steps before falling. Give her another week and she'll be solid, I bet.