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.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
At the breakfast table this morning, Lola announced, "I am God! Watch out for me!" and chuckled demoniacally.
"What??" was my clever, witty response.
Lola gave a double take and looked at me and then said in a false voice, "Just kidding."