Hey! I saw P. Saars that very same day in Park Slope (8th Ave at Carroll St, stalkers). Same outfit, same bjorn, no Maggie.

I was at a wedding on Saturday night. Drinks: check. Jiggling: check. Ate like a bird: check. More drinks: check. Danced like a fool: check. Made out with some dude in the corner: check.

I'm not sure why, but the holler I seem to get most often is as follows:

I'd look glum, too, if my date's mom insisted on coming along with us.

Maybe I'm just a wuss, but I would be afraid to wear high heels and carry a baby at the same time. I'll probably figure out how to do it someday, but right now the idea scares me.

Unsurprisingly at this point in the comment-stream, I've gotten this email, too. AND heard it over the phone. Almost the identical script.

No laughter here. I wish I looked that good in a pencil skirt.

"Your Body is a Wonderland" is getting a workout tonight!

You can find a lot of their stuff knocked off at Forever 21 for $30 or less. I recently had someone compliment me and ask if I'd bought a Miu Miu 2005-esq yellow poppy dress at Anthro... Nope, Forever 21 for $22.95, baby!

MeMe is looking a little heavy around the jaw herself. People who live in glass houses...

George, it's never too late for eye-cream. (Or too early — Ladies, I'm talking to you)

Now I'm really scared of her. She could choke me to death with those things.

For once she's not sporting the dead eye/beige mouth corpse look. She should give her stylist a raise.

Remember — her daddy' claims they're real:

How did you guys get a photo of the inside of my fridge?