A lady never multitasks

So I was reading about primateology and language development (Next of Kin by Roger Fouts, which I would recommend to the thinking reader) until nearly 1 am last night, partly because the book was quite interesting, and partly (I suspect) because I've been busy writing and making and spending time with the boy, and haven't actually read anything for probably months now. Which is not only sad, but leads to the kind of conditions that resulted in me having a headache all day today. But all this is beside the point I was trying to make.

( Clearly I should have taken anthro or neuroscience in college, and I might have know this earlier, and JOHN-- READ THIS TOO! )

and *this* Lady is missing somebody

I wonder who it is.

(and that bottle? It's only a mini one, but it used to hold pomegranate liquor and I drank virtually all of it, mostly mixed with cranberry juice. Aren't you proud of me? Twenty nine years old and I account for my first bottle of alcohol. Go figure.)