You know, I'm not feeling particularly freaked out this weekend. In fact, I'm feeling pretty good. And here are a few more reasons why:
Because I'm not "mommy dating," and imagining that people are judging me for my watch and my stroller. For parents in Boston, we're told, the playground to be the social equivalent of a singles bar. [boston via dt freakout correspondent sara]
Because I'm not an idiot tobacco executive making implausibly over-sensitive comments about a UK council's ban on smoking for foster parents. Things like, "It sends out an insidious message that smokers in general are unfit parents and I don't think any politician has the right to do that." [yahoo via sara]
Oh wait, I guess if I lived in the northeast northwest, where rainfall apparently causes autism, I'd be freaked out a little. [boston.com via, who else?]
I know it all looks the same from New York City, but actually California, Oregon, and Washington are in the Northwest. :)
northeast, northwest, same thing.
Wow...I'm flattered...does this count as my fifteen minutes?