Booby

SECRETS
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I enjoy the things we don't usually talk about - the things beyond how your week went or how work is going, the things that we don't necessarily offer up -- in some cases, because we're never asked.

Inspired by my friend with the 5'4 red-haired boyfriend, I picked up my journal again after months of neglect. After engaging in some talk of secrets this weekend at a get-together, I decided to list every secret that I could think of. When I was done, I realized 2/3 of the secrets were about other people. I can only conclude:

1. I am boring.
2. I am too chicken to commit my secrets to paper, where they could potentially be read someday.

You decide.

Either way, should probably find a better hiding place for the old journal. Cause damn, I know some good dirt.

LIMITED IMAGINATION
I realized this weekend that when friends talk about their new beaus, I envision as the epitome of my type - i.e. 5'11* or taller, brown haired, and broader than me. Surely this is not everyone's ideal, especially for the friend in question, who is 5'4. *Me + 2 inch heels = 5'10.

GOOD THINGS
Miss American Pie, comprised of diary entries and letters, recounts the author's life from age 12 to 18 growing up in the Deep South in the 1970s. Desegregation, unexplainable adolescent angst, crying over boys -- it's all there. By Margaret Sartor.

And God Created the Au Pair by Benedicte Newlan and Pascale Smets. Don't be deterred by the awful and misleading title -- this book by The Times (London) columnists about two sisters sharing the woes of child-rearing over email is full of dry British wit that made me "laugh out loud" on many occasions as promised.

5 SECONDS AGO:
Tacohead: I can't think of a good title for this post.
Husband: Titular?
Tacohead: What?! There's no tits in this post!