Thanks for all the nice comments on my maiden attempt at audioblogging. That was actually fun. Imagine how wound up I'd be if I still drank coffee. Yes, I know: I'm a chihuahua.
I am filled with longing for this adorable pendant lamp which would look quite fetching hanging between my kitchen and dining area. It's a Campari light, a cluster of 10 clear glass bottles of red Campari soda surrounding intense halogen light. It's incredibly cute. Don't you think I deserve one of these? Or two? Or three?
A friend from high school was a gymnast and dancer who majored in dance in at university. She met and married a print/runway model, and soon they were expecting a little one. She's a rather sophisticated person, and I hope the story I'm relating to you is indicative of her sense of humor as an adult and not of an abiding passion for weird exhibitionism.
About 12 or so years ago, she was expecting her son and appeared on the Jerry Springer show in an episode on pregnant moms who were proud of their bumps. She came out on stage all spindle-limbed with a long scarf doing an Isadora Duncan routine in a bikini. 8 months pregnant. The whole damned town was talking about it.
I have nothing to add to that.