Sunny Days on Sesame Street: Parts 5 and 6

I'm a little behind in Lisette's internship reports. As I write, she is at Sesame Workshop, just another Wednesday on the job, and I'm at home waiting for Blue to come.

Lisette has been pretty well behaved in the last two weeks, blogging on the job not withstanding—there's a time and a place for that, and while her colleagues are stuck in a two hour meeting upstairs is a perfect example of one of those times. So I'm going to have to dig a bit for material. But I won't have to dig much past the dirty Manhattan snowbanks to find something that amuses me: Listte's pitiful preparations for the cold weather.

Let's take a look at these two pictures from last Wednesday, Lisette's birthday, the last day we got to work together. It was also the day of the snow storm. Coming in that morning was a confrontation with snow, wind, cold, and ice rain. It was raining ice. Naturally, that's why I'm dressed this way.

Now take a look at Miss Smelly Poo. No umbrella. No gloves. Nothing resembling boots. Are those moccasins? Ni un puto sombrero. Lisette, my dear, I know your head is abiding somewhere in southern California, but you still have to cover it with a hat when New York is spewing diagonal sheets of ice at you. Don't they sell hats at the place you work, Blue Oyster Cult?
























Okay, that's all I have for now. Here's a big belly boot to Oscar. Lisette, hows about keeping us posted on your days on the Street? It's so much fun for me to think of you there. But hard to miss out on being there with you.