Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Monday, May 28, 2007
All day, Iris and Lola have been playing the same game. "We are aliens, we are twins who are babies and who are rock stars! And we have rubber butts, and we snore real loud!" says Iris.
"Babies who are rock stars! And we snore REAL LOUD!" shouts Lola.