So Ellen is back home from Louisiana, where she ate something called Boudin Balls that she says are to die for, but I've been a little apprehensive to type that into Epicurious.com for fear of what might turn up.
I just finished revamping a web site for my favorite client.
And I continue my battle against the insolent, inept, and insane. Happily, that's going well. It helps that I myself am none of the three.
Sunday night The Manolo will post the results of his essay contest — I am hoping that my 300-word tome “Are there Shoes after Childbirth” will rocket to the #1 prize of more than $1,000 worth of shoe merchandise.
Sunday also marks my ninth month of pregnancy, and baby boy could come at “any time,” sayeth the midwife.
Which means I've got a loooot of thank-you notes to write between now and then.
Forget saving the insolent, inept, or inane. Invent an easy spray that disolves them on contact. Sort of a Febreeze for the rest of us. We'd all be a lot happier. The next best thing is bringing in another brilliant child into the world. There are too few these days. Way to mess up the curve.