Last week "Just wondrin" asked how I find the folks I playdate with: Do I surf them or are they friends or what? Well, I can report I have very few friends, so I find these dates the old-fashioned way. You know, trolloping all over the web, draping myself on other people's blogrolls, searching for profanity, and hoping to meet that elusive soulmate. Usually I look for love in all the wrong places, sorry, just can't resist a musical interlude on the down-home blogs with the cheap templates and the blurry kid photos and the funny, funny parents. This week my new obsession has a glossy blog, but he also has a great take on parent-y things.
Today I'm stalking I, Breeder. How come? He's hilarious, and he 'hi-ya' chops the stupidity of the day. He turns a phrase in a kickass way that makes me forget the dearth of f-bombs (usually a requirement in my playdates) and he confirmed my theory that all straight dads (including Mike and my own better half) have a slightly porno crush on Laurie Berkner. So I'm inviting him to a playdate and hoping we will get the chance to mock stuff and wax smarty-pants and that I'll be able to throw out enough tech phrases to keep from sounding like a total ass, though the odds of that are never good. Hi Breeder! S'up, baby?
