Sometimes I can say some offbeat things, but I don't hold a candle to my sister. Tonight, the married mother of 2 called me and blurted that if she were to be a lesbian, then she'd want Valerie Bertinelli to be her girlfriend (prompted by an argument with my brother-in-law). Now...I know...you're thinking "but Valerie's not a lesbian, she's simply a Jenny Craig spokesperson." (And if you ask me...she doesn't look like she's lost the 25 lbs she's proclaims to have...but I digress.) My sister knows she's not, but still would want her as her girlfriend. Why? "She's always seemed so nice, she'd always be heavier than I am, and we have the same taste in music. I've always liked Van Halen. I can teach her to play tennis with me, and her son, Wolfie and [name withheld...my 13 year old nephew] can be friends."

So, am I that strange? I think not. Ask me about my sister-in-law who got in trouble last Christmas for rearranging her neighbor's reindeer to look like they were having man-on-man intercourse.

Josh is enjoying his new preschool. He goes everyday from 9:30 to 1:30. Here he is creating one of the plethora of artworks he brings home. He brings his own lunch - egg salad is his favorite. He wakes up very happy every morning, all teeth and smiles. Anna and Mommy go with him in to his classroom (carpool line scares him), and he likes to push the stroller. He walks in the classroom and announces "Anna" (in case anyone forgot his sister's name from the day before.)

It's funny though, because last month at the JCC he called another baby Anna. He hugged her and played with her. Granted, she was the same size and age as Anna, but I was holding Anna at the time. I kept saying, "Joshua, that's not Anna. Her name is Michelle. This is Anna." Nonetheless, he continued to call her Anna.