Cry

Okay, there is something wrong with me. The granddaughter of the woman living downstairs from me was just dropped off by her parents who apparently had to go somewhere. She's about 5 or 6 I would say. Cute as a button. As they got in the car, she started sobbing. SOBBING. S.O.B.B.I.N.G. That hitching, pathetic, full-bodied cry. And I am bothered by it. Really bothered by it. I can't stand to hear Millie cry (although I am getting better at not paying attention to the big fat faker cries)-it physically makes me ill to hear her cry if there's something truly wrong. The cry from the kid downstairs is giving me the same reaction. That's not right, is it?

On a happier note, did anyone catch "Pushing Daisies" last night on ABC? It was very quirky and visually stunning. Much like a Tim Burton flick. Bizzaro characters. Bright, contrasting colors. Unique camera angles. Fun. We'll see. Again, different concept and hopefully they'll be able to sustain the plot.