what's wrong with this picture

Me: "I'm about to get dressed. I want to find something that makes me look REALLY pregnant. Like more then I am..."
Him: "ok"
Me: "...because I don't want to look fat..."
Him: "I see"
Me: "...so when I come out of the bedroom you have to tell me if I look fat, or pregnant..."
Him: "Got it"
Me...walking off: "...because I'm NOT going to a bar on a Friday night looking like the fat girl."

unrelated

i just had another dirty dream.

i woke up thinking about sex and peanut brittle.

Ham-lette

Can I carry your books for you?

Someone stumbled across me today and commented. And I replied that I was unsure as to the etiquette around it. I know when I read my favorite blogger Ginny, she always replies. The comment section is often as rich as the post. But by the same token I'm not clear on what's narcissism on my part and what's simply discussion. Are people waiting for a reply? Because I always want to gush "Oh my god, you are SO cool I can't believe you came over to visit." There's Lori at fever who is...surreal. I mean brilliant. She writes like, well, someone who WRITES, but better. And just ...says shit. I mean, I read. I read prolifically but I have never read, well, real live writers...writing.

Can you hear me? I sound like John Meyer talking about Jessica Simpsion right now. These woman write unbelievably.

Which is so funny beacuse you always here about "mommy blogs". Chick Lit. But seriously, where are the sucky weriters? Because these two, and Cheek, and a host of others. They WRITE.

I'm such a groupie.