It’s friday night. Do you know where your children are?

It’s 9:40 on a Friday night, and I’m drinking a glass of red wine and reading my mother’s Oprah magazine. I It just came in the mail today. Talk about an after work pick-me-up!!!

In a few minutes I plan to paint my toe nails and watch the Sox game. Before you get all judgementally, probably sipping your coldie in a pre-pre-pre game and curling your eyelashes, I would like to point out that I do have plans tomorrow (and no they do not involve my mother…..). Even better, next weekend, I am going to New York City. That’s right. The city that never sleeps. And I won’t be sleeping. Not one minute of the whole 48 hours I’m there. I am going to have a G&T with lunch every day next week con le baby, just to prepare myself for a night of crashing around faaaaaaaackin soho with my college ladies uh-uh, uh-uh. Hm, I think this one glass of wine has perhaps made me drunk. God, what am I going to wear in the city? How does one pull off a “let’s recess the recession look”!!!! I feel so overwhelmed. I mean, I wore a pair of five-year-old Pumas to work today. PUMAS. And my glasses. And I had a gray WOOL HAT on. I looked like a lesbian on the T. Even my baby girl told me I was looking worse for wear when she saw me. She was like, “you are a hot mess and I am not.” She was wearing her light pink Patriots onsie. Baby girl smells like rainbows and puppy kisses though, so I forgave her. 

Btw, have you seen this shit? 

It’s the highlights of Carrell and Colbert when they used to be on the Daily Show, mocking the hell out of all the “argument style” chat fests that are on the all the major networks. It’s so fanny.

http://www.comedycentral.com/videos/index.jhtml?videoId=125463