In which I run into my old friend with his baby and, after about tenminutes of catching up, blurt out, "So how old is this little fellanow?" about his sweet gorgeous baby GIRL, Indiana. It's like askingsomeone when their due-date is without knowing for sure they'recurrently pregnant. You just obviously don't assume gender. Jeez. EvenCharlotte kicked me under the table.
Also, I'm at the office on a Saturday. What is wrong with me? Pleasetell me to have a weekend. And if you'd like to share a story of afaux pas you've made, that would be nice to me too. Thanks and love,lovely lovely lovelies.