Risa (delivered in "upspeak"): Mom, if you're a teenager around S—'s age and you're dating? Like that's all you're doing—you're dating and dating a lot? Will your tummy get big?
Me (treading carefully): Hmmm. Not sure what you mean.
Risa: You know—will your tummy get big with a baby?
Why does cooking a roast chicken make me feel like a good person?
Will you please get me some of these? They're sold out, but I believe in you.
The spousal unit has made a faboo career move, and his first official day is today. He just called from Manhattan to say that he left his wedding band on the bathroom sink on his way to the airport this morning and would I please fedex it to him. Wha?!! I said. What's the big deal? It's a big deal to me, he said.—It's my first day.
Which is very sweet, methinks.
But, I am a practical woman. And so I reminded him that he is in New York City and that he can just walk to any corner and buy a fake one. It's a simple gold band, after all. And, after all, his goal is simply to send an accurate visual message regarding his marital status.
The spousal unit was quiet for a few moments. Then he acknowledged my brilliance and ventured out to buy a counterfeit wedding band.
But...did I really give good advice? Or should I have fedexed it as he requested?