So Ellen is back home from Louisiana, where she ate something called Boudin Balls that she says are to die for, but I've been a little apprehensive to type that into Epicurious.com for fear of what might turn up.

I just finished revamping a web site for my favorite client.

And I continue my battle against the insolent, inept, and insane. Happily, that's going well. It helps that I myself am none of the three.

Sunday night The Manolo will post the results of his essay contest — I am hoping that my 300-word tome “Are there Shoes after Childbirth” will rocket to the #1 prize of more than $1,000 worth of shoe merchandise.

Sunday also marks my ninth month of pregnancy, and baby boy could come at “any time,” sayeth the midwife.

Which means I've got a loooot of thank-you notes to write between now and then.

One thought on “Whoo!

  1. Forget saving the insolent, inept, or inane. Invent an easy spray that disolves them on contact. Sort of a Febreeze for the rest of us. We'd all be a lot happier. The next best thing is bringing in another brilliant child into the world. There are too few these days. Way to mess up the curve.

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