November 2, 2007
Yet again it's official. I'm not a real woman.
On the way to work, I passed a man and a woman with a bubbly baby boy. They were loading up the car as they started their sunny Friday. The giggly baby just did not stop laughing.

"How adorable!" I squealed to no one in particular.

I was talking about the mom's haircut.

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29 Comments:

Blogger Lola Goetz said...

hahaha! you SURE you want to be a godmother? ;)

Blogger t2ed said...

I thought you were talking about either their car or the weather.

Remember this moment as you sleep soundly through a night uninterrupted by screeching and caterwauling. At least not by real cats.

Blogger Janssen said...

Hahaha! What a great little story.

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Blogger Jürgen Nation said...

Wait. I don't get it. What else would it be?

Blogger Gwen said...

Ha, ha, Kris and Stacy. One of these days one of you is going to end up with a baby of your own and I am going to laugh at you and never ever offer to babysit. Karma and all, you know. :)

What grates me is when parents look at you in that sidelong way when their child is doing something that could be considered adorable, waiting for you to comment on the beauty and wonder that is their offspring. I pointedly look away at those moments, and I am a 'real woman.' Also, a bitch, apparently.

Blogger Mamma said...

Of course!!

Blogger egan said...

What Gwen said.

Blogger Scarlet Hip said...

The important thing is you said the right thing at the right moment. Sincerity is not a necessity.

Blogger Kelly said...

hahahahahaha! I love it!

Blogger Kelly said...

hahahahahaha! I love it!

Blogger Liz said...

I have discovered your blog through several layers of clicking and doubt I'll ever happen upon it again. So let me say now that this is good stuff! I've enjoyed your writing- and, sadly, am another childless Lucy who enjoys the drink!

Ok, maybe 'sadly' wasn't the right word to use. My poor spelling prevents me from using adverbs like 'estatically'.

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Blogger kerrianne.org said...

I love hair watching while I'm walking.

Blogger Brittany said...

Stumbled upon your blog from Marissa's blog, and I almost died laughing at this. I truly needed a good laugh today and you served well. Merci beaucoup for this. Is there any way I can "friend" you so I can come back for more laughs without having to pound my brain for space to memorise your link?

Blogger SHA said...

Had to delurk because this was funny as hell. I enjoy your writing and added you to my favorites a while back. (I can't remember where I found you...maybe Gorillabuns or mommaneedscoffee..don't know)Through you I found Kim'sNotebook and LifeGoesOn-THANKS!!)
You tickle me!

Blogger gorillabuns said...

sorry, i'm late but...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Blogger M@ said...

I know what you mean. Was it really short?

Blogger Ryane said...

HAHA...trust me, in the karmic law of kickbacks, you just earned some good points with that comment. ;-)

Blogger BOSSY said...

This makes perfect sense to Bossy. Bossy's Note To Self: Be worried about that.

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Blogger myself said...

Sadly, I would have done the same thing. Guess I'm not a real woman either!

Back to lurking ;-)

Blogger joy said...

Too funny - and right up my alley. Although for me it would have probably been her shoes or bag I would have noticed instead!

Ha! very good. Of course there is room for that to be misunderstood! You could have meant her shoes.

I hair watch a lot too. And muffin top watch. And shoe watch.

Now I'm worried about myself.

Blogger Jen M. said...

Snort! Dude, are you sure you're not my sister? She forgets my kids' NAMES. Fer God's sake there are only four of them.

Blogger Christina said...

Oh that's simply perfect! LOL

Blogger metalia said...

Oh, how I love you. Now please describe the haircut. :)

Blogger Wilma said...

Reason #312 why I lurve your blog!

Blogger kris said...

Aw, thanks party people.

And she was a blonde with super straight hair. It was short, with just a little bit of a wedge in the back, and the sides followed the curve of her earlobes. To die for.

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