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.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I am even better than a cat
Seven year-old Lola presented me with a bright pink Post-it note. It said:
a poem MOMMA RULES MOMMA RULES HATERS DROOL MOMMA ADORES KILLERS IGNORE MOMMA IS BETTER THAN THAT EVEN A CAT
I was deeply moved as Lola said proudly, "Even better than a cat!"