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I once waited on Jesse Jackson. Now there's a big guy. You can totally tell he used to play football in his youth. Ate a big ol' plate of bacon and eggs. He had a bit of an entourage with him - lot's of people who would sit for a couple of minutes, then scurry off, then come back for another couple of minutes. Also, very polite.

I've also waited on Buddy Guy, Gene Rayburn (R.I.P.), and (then ambassador) Walter Mondale. So, essentially, all my brushes with the famous involve me serving food and/or beverages to them.

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I once sold a cup of coffee to Pat Buchanan. He's not a tall guy. I tend to think people who are as tall as I am are actually shorter than me, so he's probably as tall as I am, but I think he's shorter. And he has beady little eyes. He was polite, though he didn't smile once. He didn't try to kidney punch me or anything, so there's that.

No more boff, please.

I am tired of barf (or, "boff" as Linus pronounces it). Really, really tired. Linus got some sort of stomach bug, then Orion got it. Luna Bee and I have avoided it thus far, so that's something. A boffing 3-year old is a pathetic thing. Orion can make his way to the bathroom and do his boffing out of sight, but not so much Linus. We are not a queasy people in this house, generally. Linus has had one other bug in his life that caused him to throw up, so we don't deal with it that often. But, boy, when we do...gross.

It's just really sad to hear your son cough, then start to cry in his room after he's been asleep for awhile. You go in and find him on all fours on his bed boffing into his pillow. Like, a lot. He's got barf all on the side of his head because he obviously was asleep when all this started. Once he's done boffing, he sits back on his heels, cries, and starts flapping his hands, he's so upset, thus flinging boff around the room. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom where you strip both of you down and get into the tub to wash your hair. Yeah. Repeat that every couple of hours and you know what life's been like for me for the last 48 hours or so. Actually, the last couple of times, he's made it into the bowl beside his bed. Small victories, people. We moved him out of his bed onto his gym mats on the floor. After stripping his bed once or twice, I learned to just lay out a bunch of towels on the gym mats and let him sleep there. Easy clean up. Plus, he thinks it's cool.

And Luna...Luna! Though she hasn't been sick, she does spit up all the time. We never had to deal with spitting up with Linus. Oh, sure, when he was teething he drooled like a rabid bat, but never spit up. Luna Bee, on the other hand, is a regular spitter-upper. Doesn't bother her. She'll spit up, smiling the whole time. Nothing like holding your baby when she spits up a big, warm gob onto your neck, which slides down your chest and into your cleavage, like a warm, gooey slug. Not that that happened to me just last night or anything. Gross. Gross!!

So, I'm tired of boff. I would like to call a moratorium on any boffing in our house for awhile, ok?