2002-11-21 - 2:19 p.m.

I have one friend who has a baby. Just one. So whenever I write her I am a little obsessed about exactly what I say, because she's a mom. Even though she's my friend and we're the same age, she's one step closer to bake sales and carpools and playdates than I am. These aren't stereotypes I have of mothers -- these are things mothers actually did when I was growing up. Anyway, I am immediately self-conscious about swearing and saying bad things because I was always the "good" friend that moms liked when we were kids. I think I went over the top with my last email:

Hey C-- Greetings from Boston, where I've just realized that summer is over. No, I'm kidding, really. I knew summer was over the morning I woke up and saw my breath because my radiator wasn't working in my bedroom. I just don't like to think of things as really "cold" until after I get back from thanksgiving.

Speaking of which, you'll be in FL, right? It's be nice if we could get together. I'll be home Wednesday night, and I think we have plans fri. and sat. nights (in addition, of course, to thanksgiving itself), but I'm pretty free during the days. Well, except for a dentist appointment on Friday that my mother has scheduled for me because she suspects my dentist here is a quack. So you can give me a call if you've got some free time, too.

Ok, back to making the Internet a more dangerous place for our children (yours excluded, of course)-

K

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