the week in rewingdangdoo
Sunday, August 10th, 2008I got over myself (more than once) and told you to go see Seussical at Curtain Call. I ruffled a few feathers with some satire, and also connected with a blog goddess I know a little in the real world. Speaking of whom, the FC bloggers’ media tour continued, and if you kinda sorta squint while moving to the left you can plainly see that I was kinda sorta mentioned as the sky-is-falling tipster to the talented and gracious Stamford Talk. My girl Mo agreed with my assessment of John Prettyboy Edwards. I told my husband that if there was a choice between the two men featured on Nightline Friday night, I’d take Bob Woodruff in a heartbeat. Man of substance versus man of fluff. Plus Woodruff is hawt. Then again, we don’t have a lot of sympathy ’round these parts for douchebags who step out on cancer patients. Not one, not two, but four pairs of new sandals and flipflops survived three days in my house unmolested. Last night we were kickin’ it large sans children. And today, my boyfriend husband showed up post-workout with bagels, coffee, and smoked salmon for my entire swim group. Happy birthday to me*!
*rby and matt, you can thank me later.
