I grabbed a book today that I'd heard good things about- "The Three Martini Family Vacation." And, of course, my usual ADD-Happy-Slappy was sitting on the sofa multi-tasking during the synchronized diving and men's beach volleyball- trying to read a little of what has turned out to be a most hilarious diatribe of parenting- and one I could've written myself (if I was slightly more talented and less bogged down with...you guessed it...parenting). If you've nothing better to do, as the summer winds down, or if you also have trouble doing less than five things at once, you may want to check it out- its good for a laugh (one of those "oh-my-goodness-i'm-going-to-pee-my-pants" kind of chortles), and for some hard-core validation for all the things that have irritated the hell out of you (that nobody warned you about) since you became a mother, and advice you wish your sadly misquided pals and family members would heed.

And, oh, on a less hysterical but incredibly empowering and hopeful note- here's a photo that my good pal Lila emailed to me earlier today. I think it speaks for itself- Wake up World- Girls Rule!