Some of you fine folks might assume that editors of DadWagon, because we share this blog together, are actually friends. Well, ladies and gentlemen, let me disabuse of that notion, by sharing the following email string between Nathan, Matt, and me. Let me point out first, however, that my co-respondents are in Los Angeles and Key West as they respond, and that New York City is presently choking beneath a foot of snow:

• Nathan, to
  Matt and Me, 9:51am: It came a little late, but it’s there. Anything from you today, Ted?
• Matt (10:23): might get something in, depending on naptimes.
• Me (10:37): I’ll get something together in a bit. i just finished shoveling.
• Nathan (10:40): I’m having crepes outdoors.
• Matt (10:43): And I’ll be sitting by the pool in the desert, surrounded by nubile rock chicks with asymmetrical haircuts.

Matt's poolside hangout.

And I will be heading out into the snow to buy diapers. Fuck the world.