So the other night I went out with my one and only Westchester friend for drinks and she sits down at the bar and orders a Cosmo.

And I think, holy crap did we just get out of our time machine? Is it 1998? Are Carrie and Miranda meeting us here?

But turns out, there was no time machine (I knew the suburbs couldn’t have everything). My friend just digs Cosmos. So I decided to try one. And it was so crisp, refreshing and lovely. Kicked the ass of a glass of Chardonnay.

So the following night, I got my sister (in town from Memphis) to order one too and she also thought it was pretty awesome.

I only tell you all this because I’m suddenly feeling a ground swell of momentum for the return of the Cosmo and when it comes back, I don’t want you to be all, “Cosmos are so not cool” when they totally effin are again. There. That’s your heads up.

Meanwhile, here’s reason 1, 438 why I like the suburbs. Rick doing yoga with the girls out on our deck.

He teaches a Vinyasa class on Saturdays at 10 if you’re interested.

And guess what? We got a new car! We just really needed something a bit roomier and cleaner than our 10 year-old Jeep Cherokee.  Don’t you just love it?!

What? It was either the Mini or a Vespa.

Ok, that might not be our new car. To be more accurate, that’s actually the car Rick WANTED to buy.

If you can guess what we did buy, I’ll let you name our new car. As long as you don’t name it Jack because there are already way too many cars on our block named Jack and I don’t want things to get confusing.

mama bird notes:

MomsLikeMe, a social networking site for moms, recently profiled me on their website. How sweet! Click here to read my interview.

Do you like to cook? A friend just told me about Bakespace, a very cool social networking site that revolves around cooking, recipes and inspiring conversations about food. So check it out if you do more than just order take-out.

Finally, if you’re going to Blogher this summer, please stop by our humor panel, “Dying is Easy, ROTFLMAO Comedy is Hard,” on Saturday at 3 pm. Along with me (because there is no way I would do this alone)… Anna from Life Just Keeps Getting Weirder, Deb from Deb on the Rocks, Jenny from The Bloggess, Jessica from Bernthis and Wendi from Wendi Aarons.

7:30 pm: Girls in bed.Wow. I can’t believe the girls are in bed! Rick and I high five each other.

7:45 pm: Eat candy.

7:50 pm: Watch “Nurse Jackie.” This show is awesome. Carmela + Showtime + drug addicted, philandering nurse = Something decent to actually watch in the summer!

8:20 pm: Damn. “Nurse Jackie” is over. Watch “Gary Unmarried,” a show about a divorced contractor with two kids. Wonder why they don’t just call the show “Gary Divorced.” Wonder when Jay Mohr got so puffy. Wonder why sitcoms are so predictable. Wonder why I’m watching.

8:45 pm: Eat a little more candy but tell myself, it’s ok because I’m totally thinking about working out again.

8:50 pm: Organize recyclables. Decide that’s sort of like working out.

8:58 pm: Wonder if my new neighbors can see me through my windows.

9 pm: Spend 2 hours getting sucked into the blog vortex. LMAO because Marinka is twittering with Kathy Ireland.

11 pm: Definitely going to bed. On my way. Realize I forgot to change the laundry. Who can remember to do laundry when it’s all the way down in the basement? Head to the basement which is very quiet and very dark and very freaky. Imagine murderer breaking into my basement. Sort laundry at reckless speed. Realize I don’t care if I shrink some of my clothes in the dryer. I just want to live.

11:07 pm: Off to bed now. Change alarm code first. You can never be too careful. Make mental note to tell Rick about new code. Immediately forget until he sets off the alarm the following evening.

11:15 pm: Flip through Pottery Barn catalog. Ponder why rugs are so expensive when all you do is step on them.

11:23 pm: Take Dylan to the bathroom.

11:30 pm: Try to put Neosporin on Summer’s scraped knee without waking her. Immediately wake her. Make 4 failed attempts before giving up.

11:45 pm: Brush teeth, take out contacts and wash face. Skip flossing. Feel guilty. Floss.

11:57 pm: Look at my Blackberry one last time to make sure Kathy Ireland hasn’t tweeted me. But really, why would she? She’s Marinka’s model BFF. I need to find my own model.

12:01 am: Decide to watch just a few minutes of “Sex and the City” so I can be comforted by the streets of New York City and the nightlife. Realize how much I miss those sex scenes now that the show is in syndication. Try to once again understand why Carrie is so obsessed with Mr. Big.

12:25 am: “SATC” ends. Why am I still up? I really need to get more sleep. I’m definitely going to sleep earlier tomorrow night. Totally. I swear.

Ok. I’m just going to go ahead and say it.

I know it’s not political correct this week but…

If I have to hear “Beat It” one more time, I may have to start popping pills myself.

At first I was totally grooving with all the Michael Jackson songs, just like Jessica. But you just can’t hear “Thriller” 16 times a day and feel sane. You just can’t. The guy was brilliant. It’s totally tragic. But please, at this point, I’m begging for some Kelly Clarkson and Jonas Brothers.

Meanwhile, I think my 2 1/2 year-old is addicted to Red Bull. I mean, I can’t officially prove she drinks the stuff but the girl suddenly can’t fall asleep at night, wakes up ridiculously early and often doesn’t nap.

And she keeps insisting her name is “Sleeping Beauty” which I think is Wikipedia’s exact definition of irony.

Meanwhile, Dylan now demands to be called Ariel.

So screw it, I’m making them call me Snow White.

And if you’re wondering, Snow White is adjusting very well to the suburbs. Why didn’t you all tell me about this place sooner?! It’s SO MUCH EASIER WITH KIDS here. We go to the pool. We have fun at the beach. We enjoy the playgrounds. Dylan doesn’t step in poop (hopefully dog, could be human) while wearing flip flops anymore. No one has to escort us to the bathroom at Whole Foods. If it’s raining, we just GET IN THE CAR.

And 4 1/2 year old Dylan has been wowing the Westchester kids with her exotic urban headdress…

Yeah, I don’t know why she’s wearing that.

Of course, I’m still totally lonely because I don’t really have any friends (you know, except for the ones on TV). At least, the real Snow White had those dwarfs. But look – my neighbor gave me a home baked banana bread!

Which is obviously so much better than pound cake.