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Archive for November, 2008

Carpe Diem or Caveat Emptor?

November 25th, 2008 : No Comments »

Dear C,

With the economy having apparently run off a cliff, and now beginning to look down, I'm wondering if you are facing the same dilemma as I am: namely, to spend or not to spend? The answer, at first, seems obvious, and indeed I have noticed a certain relief among my Washington neighbors at not having to keep up all the time. The economic crisis has become a wonderful excuse for not going to that trendy new eatery, where for $100 a head one can eat almost as well as one can at home, and suggesting the (delicious) ethnic dive up the road instead. Suddenly, being caught bargain hunting at TJ Maxx is seen as a source of virtue, not shame. And for those of us already accustomed to a hand to mouth existence, thanks to the precarious nature of the oldballandchain's business (can a start-up still be called that 8 years on?) there is, I admit, some measure of schadenfreude to be had at seeing the fruits of our more conventionally employed neighbors come to naught, as the value of their hedge funds and other investment portfolios evaporate. Who knew that NOT having a 401k could ever feel like a wise decision?

But tempting as it may be to turn down the heating and bask in the warm glow of self-denial, I wonder if by doing so I am merely delaying the day of reckoning, not avoiding it? Perhaps it would be better for the oldballandchain and I to go down in flames now, rather than seeing our meager earnings being chipped away by bills to get one's teeth cleaned or fix the dishwasher.

All of which is a long-winded way of saying, I've seen the most fabulous little black dress in Saks, but need your seal of approval before I buy it. I figure if I can save another couple of hundred dollars on groceries this month, I can just about swing it. The twins never really liked playing the piano anyway, and I'm pretty sure they actually prefer their food to come from the freezer.

P.

Posted in Current Affairs

Re:Carpe Diem or Caveat Emptor

November 25th, 2008 : No Comments »

Dearest P,

As I've just returned from the Thanksgiving holiday, and spent time with more family than any one woman deserves, I can assure you I understand the meaning of depletion.  The remedy, it seems to me, is surely not more of it.  That is, if the world offers so little, it is really our duty to secret away what we know to be our entitled birthright–even if my own parentage suggests otherwise.  I've decided, quite naturally, to spend all remaining savings on my wardrobe.  If, as so many economists suggest, the worst is yet to come, don't I have the right to feel some comfort in my pitiful existence?  Unlike hubby or any of my cherubs, who care not a wit about their attire, shouldn't I take the opportunity to help all of us through this period by providing some small light in their darkness by dressing well?  I know every mother isn't willing to make these kinds of sacrificies but I stand ready to lead those willing to follow.  And, who knows, perhaps, like gold, good wardrobe choices will no longer be so undervalued.  So, don't hesitate, dear P.  Buy that black dress (with the right label of course) and you too may experience untold riches.  And, if all else fails, we may get more for it at that consignment shop on MacArthur Blvd. than for all of our stocks combined.    

Posted in Finance

Lice for the Ass

November 23rd, 2008 : No Comments »

Dearest P,

Think I've just uncovered the newest and best form of discipline for my cherubs: nightly butt inspections.  Since our best girl in the 'hood announced she may have exposed our precious ones to pinworms, I did some web research on the matter.  Discovered the most effective way to uncover the little bastards is surprise nighttime flashlight inspections of one's, well, nether regions.  Imagine my middle's surprise at having his mother uncover his rear as he drifts toward dreamland.  After reassuring him that there is indeed therapy for all this when he's older, he's actually able to retire again rather quickly.

Haven't spotted any vermin yet and am beginning to wonder how long I must continue this routine.  Seems the the month long incubation period practically ensures I can never let down my guard.  The unintended side effect seems to be better behavior on the part of my offspring, however.  They appear to think I'm intending to root out their uncovered sins in my nightly raids.  Best not to let them know it isn't their souls I see with my battery-operated light wand… 

C.

Posted in DC

Re: Lice for the Ass

November 23rd, 2008 : No Comments »

Dear C,

Must confess, I was more than a little alarmed to read that you had a case of ass lice running rampant through the family, until I realized you were talking about worms, and not something more sinister. Not that the two conditions are so dissimilar, I suppose, in the degree and location of the discomfort they cause, or the need to inform one's most recent play mates of what has transpired. As I know your youngest son, and Country Club Mom's daughter, V play dress up together almost every afternoon, I realize it must have been more than a little awkward to have to call her up and explain that the two of them were exchanging more than just outfits. Knowing her superior manner about these things, I hope you will at least take comfort in the fact it must have been harder for CCM to accept that her budding Prom Queen in reality loves nothing better than to shed her tutu and ballet slippers in favor of your son's football jersey and shoulder pads . Moreover, as I happened to see V being picked up from a play date with R's five year old only yesterday, I think CCM may soon find herself forced to make an awkward phone call of her own. Seems your son isn't the only kindergartener in the Village who could be accused of playing around.

P.

Posted in DC

Obama-nation

November 18th, 2008 : No Comments »

Dear C,

Am I the only one out there who finds herself engaged in elaborate fantasies about our President-elect's sex life, or feverishly searching the web for the kind of domestic details that thrill the soul? Not since the day Princess Diana said 'I do' have I yearned to know the most intimate details of a complete stranger's life. As someone who has actually bothered to read his official autiobiography (written at the tender age of 34), perhaps you can enlighten me. Does he have holes in his underwear, or pick his nose when he thinks no-one is watching? Where are his ex-girlfriends, and what do they say about his willingness to kiss a woman fully on the lips, as it were? Personally, I suspect he is the kind of man who leaves dirty dishes in the sink instead of loading them in the dishwasher, but only because his mind is weighed down on that tender stalk of his with important matters of the day. Now what is the oldballandchain's excuse?

Inquiring minds want to know!

P.

Posted in Politics