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Things you should know about . . . the Squirrel Hill Tunnel

Aah, it has been too long. That is something I find myself always saying when I see an old friend.

This is also what prompted me to call two friends after driving through the Sqirrel Hill Tunnel in Pittsburgh.

So a couple of weeks ago the ladies had their first official photo shoot. The guy that shot our wedding (a photojournalist by trade) did a favor and took some shots. Like, 300 pictures. There are a bunch of good ones, but this one is my favorite.

Last week I was in Florida on business. It's lovely to be in FL only when you are not trapped in a conference room all day. Luckily my room had a westward facing balcony, so I was able to enjoy the golden hour -- my only respite from meetings.

On Sunday we took the ladies to the Please Touch Museum, which they loved but was pretty skeevy. I promptly re-named it the Please Touch All These Germs Museum. Ugh! Some of the exhibits there had to be at least 20 years old.

Two touchy parts that especially creeped me out: this life-size dusty macrame sheep that kids could sit on. Like my kids (picture forthcoming). Only after their dismount did I realize the macrame looked like a thousand dirty tissues knotted together.

The second: a "car wash" that had oodles of plastic strips hanging from the ceiling. Alternately greasy and splotchy, the strips looked like long skinny bacteria flaps. Kids running through acted like cars getting sudsed up. Or else open-mouthed germ-mobiles getting smacked in the face with snot-encrusted vertical blinds.

I swear that I am not a germ-o-phobe. But I do like to be clean. And I do not like to see my kids licking stuff, like anything I don't feed them or sanitize first.

7:59 p.m. 2008-01-15

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