So I went to a Cookie Swap party which was swell because now I have 80 yummy cookies (I think I cooked over 100 during the past few days yikes). It was all married ladies and mostly parous ladies at that. I think one of the hostesses was worried that I was bored by the conversations but hey! I can so listen to baby discussion forever. Not that the two hostesses afterwards weren't saying 'Is it posssible to talk about something other than our kids?" I guess I like the novelty.
Besides, discussions about breastfeeding versus discussions about your list of favorite songs of the year? No! Fucking! Contest! Nursing stories are thousand times more fascinating and compelling than music ones. (Although I did bring up music, because I mentioned what celebs' addresses I saw during my volunteer job. They really should have screened me for that job. Guess what rosemary! You get to enter stuff into the mailing list database! You're not a casual stalker are you?)
And my landlord hit me! I said "Oooh! I'm going online to tell all my interweb friends that my LADLORD HIT ME!!!" But I tease, 'cause it was more a shove in response to our ongoing cracks about her party drinking.
Then I shared my anecdotes with Excess Sally, and when I said "party" she asked "Cookie Party" or "Show XXX Your Knickers Party"? Oy Oy Oy!!! I need to buy a nice pair that will go with my $4.50 sale leopard print bra JUST IN CASE anyone does want to look at my underwear this holiday season. I am very clueless and cannot yet determine if it is a possibility SO Better Safe Than Sorry. (But who am I kidding?)
(PS I joke about the stalking. I mean, it's not like I look up cute boys on Google to find their photos. Seriously, I don't.)
Posted by rosemary at December 15, 2002 01:41 PM