I am holding the irresistibly cute Miss A, who is as fidgety as Carrie Bradshaw in a room full of Manolo Blahniks, while wearing a v-neck pajama top that reveals just a bit of cleavage (remember, I’ve breastfed two babies and had a lumpectomy so the cleavage factor is fair to middlin’ as my daddy would say.). She plows both her hands down my shirt front and starts fishing around, as if to find the TV remote or a chocolate chip cookie.
“Miss A, what are you lookin’ for?” I ask, tickling her so that she’ll release me from her probing hands.
How’s that for a segue from one totally unrelated topic to another? Sarah Jessica Parker does not invoke images of butter.
And now to change the subject from my boobs and Sex in the City to something on everyone’s minds– football. What a game! I’m not a huge football fan, but last night’s ending was incredible. I also loved the commercials. My favorites were the Budweiser “Rocky” Clydesdale commercial, Bridgestone’s screaming squirrel, the Will Ferrell Bud Light spot, the Coca Cola Macy’s ad, the Planter’s peanut spot, and the Diet Pepsi Max commercial with Chris Kattan.
I had an appointment to get my teeth cleaned this morning and my new dental hygienist went to school with Eli Manning at Ole Miss. She also attended a Super Bowl party with our daycare owner. This is just a testament to the fact that everyone in the South knows everyone else, or at least went to school with one of the Manning brothers.