Your love is like a tidal wave...

The future Bruins in front of Royce Hall

I'm shaking my leg, tapping my foot, checking my iphone 13,000 times a minute. I don't think I could keep my eyeballs focused on one thing even if I tried. Yesterday we took Nipper's niece to UCLA to check out the campus. She's 12. We like to plant that seed early around here. I said "just a second" so many times, I think Nipper almost chucked my phone out the window of the car. For the record, reading email, and checking facebook while at a stop light is technically not a moving violation in my universe. I'm from Venus. At one point I was trying to push Jack in his stroller up a hill with one hand, while checking our page views on youtube.

"Would you like a hand with that?" 

"What? No? Huh? Oh. Sorry."

Our muffintop double would like to remain anonymous. She's like the dancer from Flashdance.

The response to "My Muffintop" has been so unbelievably positive that I'm overwhelmed. My mother emailed me last night and said WHO are the 2% idiots who gave it a Die vote? Oh mom... I'll get their home addresses for you. My little dream of doing my Lady Gaga dance of shame on Ellen has been dashed upon the hard rocks of network schedules. She's wrapped for the summer. Not that she was going to invite us on or anything. But you know, a girl's got to have goals. 

Some very smart people have said some very nice things. Here's one of them from a MAN BLOGGER (there, I said it) our good friend Andy over at The Paperball. Merci Beaucoup to you and your wafflers.