tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18065323.post-68749350130544457052009-06-13T16:10:00.001-04:002009-06-13T16:25:34.332-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cussandotherrants.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0252-738259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cussandotherrants.com/uploaded_images/IMG_0252-737950.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here he is with Uncle Suzanne. Oh, I mean Tante Suzanne. (We think that the people at the hospital thought I was a boy. On Thursday, there was a crotchety weird old guy standing outside the entrance to my apartment building. As I passed by him, he muttered, "What are you looking at, young man? You better look away or there's gonna be trouble!" I was not sure if he was talking to me or this 12 year old boy who was walking the other direction.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18065323-6874935013054445705?l=www.cussandotherrants.com'/></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16279999850117456433noreply@blogger.com2