Remember when I put on my big girl pants and auditioned for Listen To Your Mother NYC? When I blathered on and on, my tongue swelled and pits pitted? While sitting there sweating and talking, I met some wicked nice people, who didn’t want to Tanya Harding me, but instead were supportive and friendly. Real friendly, not fake friendly. I can tell the difference. I talk too much. It’s what I do
Playdate is a Curse Word
Today is Rosh Hashanah, and Happy New Year to all you celebrating. To me and my über Catholic town, it’s another day off from school. Which is a total pain in the ass for work-at-home moms. (Not to worry, Good Friday pisses me off as well. I’m an equal-opportunity religious holiday bigot.) But that’s not the problem. This is: Boy got called for a PLAYDATE. This kid is in 6th