The New Slang

Sometimes being up on how the kids talk can be less illuminating than expected. I was walking down the street earlier, admittedly mightily distracted, when I could swear a delivery guy riding by on his bicycle sort of sang out, "Milk and cookies!" And my literally instantaneous thought was, "What? I'm not wearing a black bra with a white shirt." Although maybe he meant the dreamy Belgian design outfit. Or the real thing. Yum. Now I want some.

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[Michelle]

i love your blog so much i tagged you. I'm not a spam/chain mail lover -- very liberal with the delete button, so you are under no psychic obligation to spread this around. the tag thing is just a way of reaching out and saying hey, glad to meet you. aloha.