Last Friday night, I had a function to attend. A fancy one.
So I picked out my best posh frock, scrounged for the diffuser attachment to my hairdryer (living under the towels in the hamper) and primped and buffed like I haven't done in a while. I looked good, really good.
Kids of all ages are being abandoned at police stations and hospitals around Nebraska. The Times reported that one desperate widower dumped nine of his kids into the government's lap! It seems Nebraska's recently enacted safe haven law
is waaaaayyyy broader than those in other states--usually, such laws only apply to infants.
There's no denying Breast cancer research is extremely important for all women. Truth be told, though, I can't do pink. And I especially can't do pink kitchen appliances. Now, there's a way to support breast cancer research directly. The Love/Avon Army of Women offers a new opportunity for women to partner with research scientists to move us beyond a cure. Your time and info (regardless of your age, ethnicity and breast cancer risk) can help scientists find the cause of breast cancer. Finding the cause can help them learn how to prevent breast cancer. This, I can do.
The Bean's been asking for a pet for a year or so now, and I keep refusing. He created his own pet by adopting a house spider and naming it Spidey. It was great! I was totally off the hook of caring for a pet so I played along big-time. He'd tell people about our pet. Some parents looked at me like I was an idiot; some thought it was genius. Spidey lasted all summer. Until the security system installer vacuumed him up.
Sharon Stone has the perfect tip for all you moms dealing with stinky little boy foot odor--Botox! In recent child custody litigation, it was revealed that Stone wanted her doctor to dose her 8-year-old son Roan's tootsies with botulism to keep them from getting all sweaty and foul. Unfortunately, the cause of glamorous mothering was set back by Roan's father. Dad, who prevailed in the custody hearing, just makes the kid wear socks with his shoes. Whatever, C-lister.
