Grab a gimlet, grrrls. It's Thursday, the Underbelly press headache is about to break and I have on my cha-cha boots. Hell, I might even put on some peep toes as a little flip to the snow and 30-degree craziness as we walk to playgroup tomorrow. What could be better?
Every grrrl's gotta have her own Gift Guide. Here's mine over at That's Fit. My one commenter thinks it is "lame," which actually gave me a hearty laugh over my coffee double-glugged with sugar-free vanilla creamer. You know what's more lame than a gift guide, dude? A woman who unwraps a delux shower caddy.*
The gift of a former-Friend-unsuccumbed-to-the-cancellation-curse. Oh thank God.
Hot damn! My Mother's Day gift has surfaced.
* Cringe along with me...and my (very forgiving) grrrl, Paula Rae.