The famous

Last weekend, I went to visit my parents and my sister and her family. We had great weather, and the usual family tiffs. Then, on Monday, my sister packed my nephew in her car, and we drove back to Munich. She stayed till Tuesday night; we did some shopping in the city (no yarn shopping though! My sister is not a knitter... when she talks about knitting something, she says "we can knit this or that", referring to me knitting and her receiving what I knit. I keep telling her that I could show her how to knit, but she doesn't really want to. Oh well.), and do you know who we ran into? In a posh baby shop? (Not that the lady looked any pregnant, she was far from that.) Lucy Liu. And my sis and I were too surprised to take photos. Dammit! (K just said, if we had listened to him, we would now own a hell lot of money - by selling the pictures) It was weird, because we didn't expect to see her, or anyone like her, on our shopping spree. But then again, I wouldn't have wanted to come up to her and ask her for a picture, because she was there in private, with her boyfriend, enjoying the sunny afternoon.