I don't know about you people, but me myself personally, I've got myself a prizewinnah:
Even way back when, surrounded by scads of little girls, she looked fabulous.
Oh, there you are.
Seriously fabulous. Even when Mom was inches away from giving birth, and I was therefore inches away from *not* being the baby any more . . . and I held that position for 3 years -- longer than anybody else except for Jacquie, who still holds it, decades later -- Mom still looked fabulous.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - The Tsar of Love and Techno, Anthony Marra
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz