That's all I've got. Because last night after I got home from what was surely the longest day ever in recorded Vegas history, I checked my email and saw a comment from anonymous. You are really weird, it said. Not a freak, per se. Not you are lame, or I hate you, or even what are you doing with your own blog you cotton-headed ninny muggins which is good because I don't think I could have taken that sort of abuse particularly after that sort of day. Just you are really weird. And weird is not necessarily bad although I do remember one China Hoppers who I went to school with in the 1st grade and she sat cross-legged on the floor reading Curious George books so that everyone could see she had a hole in the crotch of her tights and we all called her weird. Nobody ever wanted to be friends with China Hoppers.
So last night I lay in bed thinking of all the witty comebacks I could say to anonymous. At least I don't have a hole in the crotch of my undies? I think? I know you are but what am I? Um, shut up? But really I got nothin.' Just this: I like talking about PMS and vaginas and my daughter and celebrities and twisting words into irreverence and I am so very very sorry to one China Hoppers, wherever she is. China, I sincerely hope that you are somewhere right now all grown up but still sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor wearing crotchless panties and reading Curious George and the Man with the Yellow Hat. Because I bet you we'd be friends. Happy Friday!