Julia Roberts irks me...

Talkin' 'bout how she wants to move Britney Spears into her guesthouse and tell her what's what.... Talkin' 'bout her perfect marriage with her soulmate and blah blah.... Lookit. First of all, I'm not denying that Miz Brit is a capital T Train WRECK, and suspect, in fact, that someone taking over her life at this point might not be the best med'cine for whatever ails her, but Julia Roberts?? Stop it. You've been a mom for all of three years, and your life experience hasn't prepared you for what's going on with Ms. Spears. Second of all, shut up about your marriage, 'cause last time I checked, your "soulmate" was MARRIED. TO. SOMEONE. ELSE. when you met him, Smuggerella. And you went so far, when his WIFE actually OBJECTED to his shagging you while still MARRIED to her, as to sport a klassy t-shirt reading "A LOW VERA" (ref: Vera Moder) to imply that SHE was the one behaving badly. Not that I wish ill on her, but I have in mind the very old Ann Landers (or maybe Dear Abby) chestnut about a man who marries his mistress: "Once he's remarried, the position of mistress is once again vacant." I just don't know whether I'd be so sanguine about my perfect love if he'd already proven himself to be an adulterer. It isn't that people can't and don't change, of course, and certainly not that everyone is in the right marriage the first time (or even the second or third time, I guess, depending on how impetuously people get married!), just that I don't know how complacent and braggy I'd be, is all.


Welcome baby!!! (Not mine, more's the pity.)

Introducing our new niece, AJD, born this afternoon at 2:09 at a healthy 7 lbs 8 oz! Congratulations J and L!



Sorry for the gloating, but the ubiquitous Peyton gets on my nerves, so I'm happy that Tommy and the Pats gave them what for, even if it was a bit of a nail-biting fourth quarter. If only some of PM's endorsements would fall off, I'd be a really happy girl.

Apart from today's highlight, which is, after all, only sports, this was a tough week. I moved back up north Wednesday but B is still at home, an hour flight away (or a six hour drive, but let's not be negative). Although I am having a great time with A and my godsons (not that I've done a thing with the cottage, but I keep meaning to... does that count?), I am homesick for B, and he for me. He did (FINALLY) talk to the firm about the move and trying to figure out how to stay employed, whether as a contract employee or a remote full-timer, but no news yet. In spite of his doubts, I'm pretty sure they'll want him to stay on; they've already said they want him to do this project for some clients in London, and it's high-profile enough that I imagine their interest in giving it to him is indicative of their interest in not losing his giant brain on their cases and advisory matters. Plus which the majority of his trial work and discovery hearings have been in SF for the past four years, so it's not like it's a stretch to be up in the Bay Area. Save them a buncha airfare!