You want to hang with Urban Mommy? Check out my fav Wednesday night hot spot, VinoRosso. They call it wine and whiners because you get to bring the kids. That means you can afford a nice bottle instead of a glass. And the babysitter can go fuck herself.
I always get there right at 4 to maximize my 3 hours of child-filled drinking.
http://www.vinorossosf.com/location.htm
There's food-stuff, but I always skip it so as to max the buzz.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wisdom from the PRO-fessional: Keep your fingers to yourself
Yo, bitches. I've been getting so many letters, people saying how cool I am, people saying they want to be like me, BE ME even, what with my super glam life out here in SF. Thank you, thank you. It's nice to be loved. But mostly? You want to know what comes in? Requests for MY advice. Call it adVICE, like my mom used to say, because if you didn't think of it, it's probably dumb-ass crap. But, whatever, you people are asking, and I'm here to provide, because I'm writing for YOU, and I want YOU to love ME. Got it?
Okay.
So this letter came in from someone named Sue. I made that up, to protect her real identity because she doesn't know I'm posting her note to all ten billion of you reading. Well, she does now. Hi there, Susie-Q. Kiss kiss.
Dear Urban Mommy,
I love your blog. It's the first thing I check in the morning. My husband loves it too. In fact, that's why I'm writing now. We've been having an argument, and he figures you can tell us what's right (well, the way he says, it, tell us he's right--I know you'll side with me!).
Last week, we were out of diapers, and I had to run to the corner store, only I was out of cash. So, I took a twenty from my husband's wallet to pay for them. Crime? Hardly. You know what I'm talking about. You've dealt with diaper rash. And really, my husband is the boy's father. He is invested in the boy's welfare. Only, he's saying I should not have taken money from his wallet without asking him first.
Tell him, Urban Mommy. Tell him what's what.
Can you believe that, readers? Tell him what's what? What IS what? You. Don't. Take. People's. Cash. Period. Got that? Normal people who are out of cash use a credit card. That's why we have them. So, here's my adVICE: Tell your husband you're sorry and keep your greasy theiving fingers off his cash. Next time, he might call the cops, and I wouldn't blame him. Got it?
Okay.
So this letter came in from someone named Sue. I made that up, to protect her real identity because she doesn't know I'm posting her note to all ten billion of you reading. Well, she does now. Hi there, Susie-Q. Kiss kiss.
Dear Urban Mommy,
I love your blog. It's the first thing I check in the morning. My husband loves it too. In fact, that's why I'm writing now. We've been having an argument, and he figures you can tell us what's right (well, the way he says, it, tell us he's right--I know you'll side with me!).
Last week, we were out of diapers, and I had to run to the corner store, only I was out of cash. So, I took a twenty from my husband's wallet to pay for them. Crime? Hardly. You know what I'm talking about. You've dealt with diaper rash. And really, my husband is the boy's father. He is invested in the boy's welfare. Only, he's saying I should not have taken money from his wallet without asking him first.
Tell him, Urban Mommy. Tell him what's what.
Can you believe that, readers? Tell him what's what? What IS what? You. Don't. Take. People's. Cash. Period. Got that? Normal people who are out of cash use a credit card. That's why we have them. So, here's my adVICE: Tell your husband you're sorry and keep your greasy theiving fingers off his cash. Next time, he might call the cops, and I wouldn't blame him. Got it?
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