The Big DumpTruck

Dear Julia,

Thank God you stepped in to fill the hole created when Gwyneth Paltrow, Debra Messing and, heavens-to-betsy, Goldy Hawn’s spawn Kate Hudson stopped being pregnant and became mothers. Where were we to turn in our daily need for photos and stories about pregnant celebs? I could really feel the depression setting in.

But Julia Roberts, our own little Mary Sunshine – you just said “I’ll do it” and got yourself knocked up! With twins, no less! Sure, we’ve had twins born recently to a celeb, but she wasn’t People cover-worthy. I can’t even remember her name. And some other celeb twins came through surrogates, and that gets you a cover after they are born, but not a moment before.

So thank you, Julia, from the bottom of my heart, for taking on the role of Pregnancy Covergirl. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of you in the future. A LOT of you.

In other news, I found a website that lists all old BBSes. I started out online back in 88 with a BBS called The Bat Cave, later renamed the Cannibal Cafe. I’m listed on the 80’s page for area code 508. I did send the page owner an update for my listing – the CC was online through 92, and it was located in Leominster. The 508 area code didn’t split off until 98, so his listings for many of the sites are slightly off. He has a bunch of Leominster BBSes listed in other townns because of the 508 thing. Go to bbslist.textfiles.com and poke around!

I officially refer to today as Tuemonday, in honor of the Monday feeling you get the Tuesday after a long weekend. Feel free to crib from me, but remember the linky love.

It’s one of those days. Rainy commute from hell, a calendar that says June 1st but feels like mid-April (53 degrees? For a high?) and our mail server is apparently running on only one hamster this morning. I’ve had to reboot Outlook 3 times in 20 minutes. I don’t think it’s a problem at my end, but that’s really all I can do, isn’t it. Reboot. Hope for the best.

It isn’t working, but at least I’m doing my part.

Okay, you can back off, cause I planted everything I bought, okay? Sheesh! See if I invite you over to eat any of our strawberries, assuming the plants actually bear fruit…

Look, if I come back in here and start typing before I’ve actually finished planing, you have my permission to kick my butt and tell me you won’t read a word I’ve written for the rest of the week.

And then I can come back and say “God, you guys are so harsh!”