Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The big bang

Okay, so I like champagne. Like a lot. Let's just say I once saw the following quote and took it to heart:

"My only regret in life is that I did not drink more champagne." 
 -- John Meynard Keynes

Yes, I have no idea who Keynes is or was (until I Googled him, natch), but I like the way the man thinks. The fact that he was a famed economist only further validates the personal pledge I made that when in doubt about what to drink, drink champagne. (Or cava or prosecco or whatever is bubbly and on hand.)

So I've opened a few bottles in my day. And yet I've had very few of those popping cork/explosive bubbles moments. Most likely due to the caliber of bubbly I consume. But that's neither here nor there. Tonight when I opened a bottle (happy hump day!), it made a thundering pop and the cork rocketed up to the ceiling. Mary Clare came running in from the other room and said, "Mommy! You okay?"

Yes, baby girl, I am okay. Thanks to Mr. Bubbles and this blessed thing they call maternity leave.


  1. I admire your ability to embrace the remains of your maternity leave.

  2. As much as you love maternity leave, I'm guessing number three is less of a "maybe" but more of a "for 12 weeks off, hell yah"!


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