I mentioned a few months back that some friends of mine sprouted a brand new baby.
Tis a whole new world, hanging out with them and the baby, and now, when we attend social functions at their house, it is one big, fat babyfest.
I guess this is to be expected, being that I am of "the age" where a lot of people are doing that sort of thing, but somehow, in this fair city, there are quite a lot of us who are not even close to being those people, nor do many of us want to be.
This past Sunday, I was invited to a brunch at their place, and we were divided into two camps, the breeders, and the "sad and empty" people ;) My friend Beach Boy was there-a really great guy who turned me on to the pleasures of Guitar Hero one New Years Day a few years back-and his new girlfriend. I had never met the girlfriend, so I was, of course, asking her all the questions a curious gal needed to ask. The subject of what she did for work came up, and it turned out that she designs toys for a living.
She pointed to one of her creations that she had brought for our hosts. It was a head, one side had an Ernie face, the other had Bert.
"Soooo cute!" I gushed as I picked it up and fondled it.
"Squeeze the head!" she instructed. I did, and it vibrated for what seemed like a full five minutes.
"Well. Ernie ole boy, I sure know where I'd like to stick that face of yours," I deadpanned...forgetting where I was. I got shot a look. Which went right over my head. Because I then said:
"Oh, don't worry, Bert will get his turn."
Hmmm. Inappropriate uses for children's toys probs don't go over well with the breeder set. Oh well.