Get your butt in gear

Wednesday Whining is waiting for you. And this week I'm hosting, so I will be embarrassed if you don't comment. Really. I mean that. If my own commentariat won't follow me there when it's my turn, good lord, I'm not much use as a host, am I?

Plus, I'm a lot funnier over there. Honest.

Phone call

A. is on the phone to new mama, Z.'s Auntie Lo.


A. to Lo: You spell it in Yiddish. K-v-a-t...*

Z.: K! V! E! T!

A. to Lo: Oh, Z.'s spelling now, k-v-e-t.

Lo on the phone: Z., the end of that word is "c-h."


Go forth and Kvetch Out Loud...it's Wednesday Whining!

*A kvaterin is someone who agrees to be responsible for a baby's Jewish education.

I know it's late, but

...you've got six more hours on the West Coast and all you folks elsewhere in the world can cheat. Get yourself over to Wednesday Whining and tell us the lowlights of your day, week, year, life.

You know you're dying to unload.

Gather with the pixies

Once again, your inimitable host is throwing the the whiner's ball this week. Uh, yes, that would be me, S.

Alla y'all are welcome to bitch and moan, newcomers and veterans alike. Brits and anglophiles can whinge if that's your preference.

Hey, everyone!

I'm hosting Wednesday Whining this week...need to kvetch, bitch, moan, whinge? Drop on by!

(Niobe? Niobe are you reading? Come whine, we miss you!)