Four ingredients in today’s potpourri:
1. I explain on AllThumbs why I’m more of a lover than a fighter. Please click over and check out the latest reviews by Chicklet and me…we’re building quite an array of recommendations for you. We love visitors — and comments (hint, hint).
2. I just put up my house on Cra.ig’s List.
No, we’re not moving out. But we are offering our spare room for rent during the Democratic National Convention. If you know any political blogger-type or interested person who realllly wants to be near the action in late August, let him/her know we have a homestay available.
For nice people; by nice people. Of either political stripe.
3. The ColoBloggers watched Sex and the City on the big screen over the weekend. I think I looked exactly like the brunette Carrie. If she were 6 inches taller, not as toned, and shopped at Old Navy, that is.
I had been forewarned about Charlotte’s I-got-pregnant-because-I-adopted line of dialog, and I just couldn’t stop myself. In the silent pause after Charlotte’s non sequitur to Carrie, I blurted, “Oh no you di-ent!” — to the possible embarrassment of my companions (sorry, guys!) and a small titter from the audience.
In hindsight, I wish I’d made it a full-blown “BULL shi.t cough!”
4. Our very own Pamela Jeanne has hit the big time. She articulates her experience of the aftermath of infertility, and of living childfree/less in a parent-oriented world. And she does this in the New York (freaking) Times, no less. Show her your support and appreciation for stepping out so eloquently.
Nicely, done, PJ.