My mother has graciously decided to leave her precious dogs (she's a dog trainer) and come to DC for Mother's Day to spend my very first one with me and Sweet Baby Max! I'm pretty excited about it, I love my mother ever so much even though we have one of those relationships where we talk on the phone all the time but ten minutes after she arrives she's straightening my bra straps and I want to scream. It was just me and her while I was growing up and we've got one of those weird co-dependant snarky realtionships. But I love her to death and it means the absolute world to me that she is getting on a plane in, oh, one hour and flying here!! Well, let's hope she is. She's got a lovely habit of missing planes. And we tease her about it mercilessly. She actually hasn't missed that many, four or five, which I say is more than most people miss in a life time, but it's really fun to tease her.
How do you guys all find the time to blog and such? I've never got enough time...
I'm a new mom, grappling with the loss of my fabulosity but loving my new identity. Pied piper of stray cats, commedienne, actress, currently exploring the fashion forwardness of baby spit up and a tiara. I can't wait to be very rich so I can have a butler to serve me coffee in bed first thing in the morning...and not to speak to me till I've had it.
All of this is mine. Copyrighted, get it? Every word, every picture. If you want something,just ask. I'm pretty generous, but steal something like a picture of my baby I'll sick my dog on ya. He's big and mean! Ok, not really. He's small and yappy and has anxiety which is why he's on Prozac. But my neighbors have a big mean Dobie and I will borrow him and sick him on ya and he'll bite your bum. So there.