I was pretty stoked when I came across the blog of the author of the book "Sippy Cups are Not for Chardonnay" while linking between other mom blogs. What was funny is that, while I was reading her blog, I thought to myself, "I need to do some research and find out if the author of that one book I want has a blog, because I'd love to read it." Like, I almost left her site to go… find her site. DRRRT. Then I look over at the about me and right below the part where it says she's an author and has a new book coming out, there's a link to "Sippy Cups are Not for Chardonnay" right below it, and her name was on the book.
Well that was easy.
On a different note, if anyone needs any ideas for a birthday present for me, feel free to choose from the following list:
A copy of "Sippy Cups are Not for Chardonnay" or any other funny, honest, easy-to-read new-mom memoir because I need to know I'm not the only one out there who DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK I'M DOING
A trip to get a pedicure
A haircut by Kim Cornwell at Robert Paul Salon
A gift card for a magic tan at Dolce so I at least look tan for the weddings I'm in next month
Anything from Anthropologie
Maternity clothes- because apparently I'm gonna need some in a few months or something
A night at Little America in Flagstaff
A gift card from JoAnn Fabrics, i.e. the happiest place on earth
A six pack of Paulaner Hefeweisen, drank on my behalf… no lemon necessary
A million dollars
That's right, I have no shame. Gifts are my love language… that's my excuse, anyway. After all, you only have one final-birthday-of-your-twenties. My advice to my nephew, who just entered his twenties: Don't be an idiot who does dumb things. Not that you would. The end.