Still no pictures! Mark is dragging his butt. I will get on him tonight about it. So, without further ado, crazy New York items:

*Two really good auditions! One of which I think could even be promising! I may never hear anything, but I'm happy to have done my best.

*I waited for Mark, my brother and his fiancee for nearly an hour at Rockefeller Center, right across the street from the tree. It was twenty degrees, so I was not happy. It was too cold to knit. I spent the time scoping out the crowd for a tall, handsome man dressed like a capofamiglia, but no dice. (He was off that week.) I also would've been quite happy to see Tina Fey.

*I had to shovel. I hate shoveling.

*I lost my cute beret on my first trip into Manhattan (I made another this weekend), so the next day I wore my crazy hood-scarf thing. Okay, not only do I now feel it looks foolish, but it did not keep me warm at ALL. Compared to the beret and little neckwarmer the day before. The secret is wool. Acrylic does a half-assed job keeping you warm!! I never really believed this before, but now I know. Case in point: when I took off the orange hood and wrapped myself in my flimsy pashmina, I was instantly warmer! Still not warm, but it was pretty windy that day. Anyway, I am now a total wool convert. Natural fibers only for me, from now on!

*My husband's nephews are antisocial and weird. Okay, the two-year-old is in a biting, "mine mine mine" phase, which is to be expected, but the five-year-old is cutting girls' hair in school, barely acknowledges his brother's existence except to steal whatever toy he has, is kind of a terror in general... I do hope he grows out of this. And that our children don't act like this. I will leave them at the orphanage, I swear. My brothers and I were NOT like this. We definitely fought--and I'm sure our parents wanted to drop us off on the side of the highway on several occasions--but we also played together all the time. And nobody ever cut anybody's hair, ever.

*Speaking of child development, my only first cousin is now a senior in high school, and possibly a Unabomber-in-training himself. Got interested in girls less than a year ago, has NO interest in college--wouldn't a normal 17-year-old be itching to go out on his own? My uncle is basically filling out applications for him. I will be interested to see how this turns out.

*In happier family news, Jeff's fiancee L. has invited me to be an attendant. I'll get to match other people and everything! :) And she has good (usually expensive) taste, so prospects are good that I won't look like an enormous eggplant.

*Oh, hey, and I got to see my friend Michele from college, who I hadn't seen in more than nine years, I think. We had a great time--took up right where we left off. Facebook comes through in the end...