In the works / worked

I have a list of 17 topics to post on here. Every single morning, I stare at that list, add a note or tow, meditate on quippy intros or how much I can get away with exaggerating, and promise promise PROMISE to get to one or seven that very day. Then it's suddenly time for the first of five conference calls and as soon as I turn away from that sticky note...well, it's over. It's killing me. My head is so full and this space is terribly empty and there's nothing less pretty or far from savvy than a guilty blogger.

As much as this confession should lead me to tap-tap-tap away all night until I've ticked off a few off those topics from my to-write list, once again, work is pressing on my schedule even more than the lovely Sassafrass.

This time, it's fun. Tomorrow morning, bright and early with a cup of very strong Kona coffee one sweet Not Boyfriend sent me from a weekend he recently spent in Hawaii, I will be on WGN-TV talking about body langyage mistakes. Since having ginormous circles under my eyes and yawning might generally be seen as counter-productive to me spouting "expertise" on the topic (oh yes, those were apropos air quotes, my friends), I should probably not stay up all night talking shoes and a small child wielding his "light saber" (also necessary) all over creation.

How about a happy compromise? You tune in to WGN-TV at 8:15 tomorrow morn and watch the antics that will certainly ensue. Then head on over to read some of the extremely important matters I've been writing about elsewhere.

By the time you complete all that (or recover...whatever), I should have something fresh up here for you to enjoy. Deal? Good. Deal.

Now scurry on over to Shine, kittens. I have to go dig up the heavy-duty spackle concealer and White Rain for the big show:

Why aren't moms having sex? And by "moms", I mean "them" or possibly even "you" (and now it's frivolous and addictive). If you're shy about clicking over (which, face it, you totally are not), assuage those anxieties with the fact that the post is based on a study. OK, OK. It LINKS to a study, which is really more of a survey, which is actually quite ridiculous. Better?

Is being selfish as a parent a bad thing? The EX says yes. I ("shocker") disagree.

Resolutions: yes or no? Just answer the damn question.

Did you overdo with the gifts for the kids? You know you did. I just turned it in to a post because I am not so good at feeling guilty alone.

How often do you really designate a driver? Asked the lady who wears shoes requiring cab transportation to a restaurant three blocks away.

Jillian Michaels says buh-bye to "The Biggest Loser": What should she do next? I mean, other than attempt to become Oprah.

The best, worst, and kookiest quotes of 2010: Which one is your favorite? Good Lord, I had fun writing this one. My vote is for Biden. QUICK! Weigh in before discussing last year is sooooo 2010.