Knock knock... Maturity calling...

Today I officially became one of those annoying people who puts pictures of babies on their refrigerator. I say annoying, because the baby is not mine and is in no way related to me, unless I can be knighted as an honorary aunt by virtue of 20 years of friendship with Rebecca.

For contrast, I considered securing the baby annoucement with my magnet advertising 86th Street Wines and Liquor, but even I thought that was distasteful. Now THAT's annoying.