The other night during dinner, Chris and I were discussing the possibility of my acquiring a couple of, ahem, working girls and then, let's see, project managing their efforts and turning a tidy profit. Prior to this mommy gig I was a project manager, so it seemed right up my alley. As this was Chris's recommendation, I pondered the possibilities and then gave him a totally straight look and said, "Well, I don't know. It's hard out here for a pimp."
He didn't get it. He started talking about how we could overcome the challenges to prostitution posed by our largely rural county. I was furious. I mean, how often is "it's hard out here for a pimp" the completely appropriate next line in any conversation? There we were, at the perfect intersection of pop culture zeitgeist and our veggie burger lives and we blew it. I had to explain the reference, which as we all know destroys any joke, but is especially deadly to pimp jokes. It was a sad moment.
While we are on the subject of pimping, have you gotten your daily Mia fix? Are you starting to get the shakes? Have no fear, I am here to hook you up. You can find Mia over at her place, or on flickr. No need to thank me, that look of pure bliss on your face at the sight of my beautiful child is all the thanks I need.
Word to your mother, bitches. I am so street.