I think if you live in Manhattan’s West Village, you should be guaranteed certain rights… like clean drinking water, routine garbage pick-up, reliable mail delivery and at least one Sarah Jessica Parker sighting.
But after 5 years of calling this neighborhood home, nothing.
NOTHING. Not one glimmer of SJP.
But I’m making a little progress.
Because earlier this week, my friend Julie and I were strolling along Waverly Place, when we saw the hubby. Matthew Broderick. So I asked the great Ferris Bueller… did you cheat on your sensational, fabulous, fashionista wife?
And he said nothing. But you know what, that might not entirely be his fault because I may not have actually asked the question out loud. It’s probably more accurate to say I just thought it.
Officially, his publicist has released a “no comment’ on the rumors.
Anyway, Ferris seemed a bit intrigued by us and our strollers. Maybe because we both have the double decker Phil and Ted strollers – although it can’t be his first Phil and Ted experience because they are pretty common in the city. It looks like this…
How else can you maneuver a double stroller in and out of quaint, cramped stores?
But if Ferris had questions about our brilliant stroller system, he kept quiet. That guy is very big on the no comment.
Not the case for everyone in my hood.
The other day, I pushed my stroller into a local coffee shop and a man peered down at Summer and said to her…
“You poor baby. All strapped in like that. It must be torture.”
“Trust me, if anyone is being tortured in this scenario, it’s me,” I responded laughing. I had endured a great deal of whining that morning.
“I don’t feel sorry for mothers. You chose this. No one forced you.”
Holy double caffe latte what?!
Hmm… what would Sarah (no, not Palin) do in this scenario?
I looked around the shop and another mother gave me a look that said, forget it girl. He’s not worth the effort.
She was right.
So I said nothing, grabbed my latte, aimed my Phil and Ted’s towards the door and headed out.
mama bird notes:
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