tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693979.post-86304735046999630112008-05-15T23:41:00.003-04:002008-05-15T23:49:28.878-04:002008-05-15T23:49:28.878-04:00It's been forever, I know. I've been chasing after a 13-month old (!) who started walking some time before Easter, and dammit, I just been tired. There's no N on my keyboard (forcibly removed by aforementioned 13-month old). We're trying to get our ducks in a row to sell our house in a craptacular sellers' market. Life goes on.<div><br /></div><div>In the meantime, check out <a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1234">this story from This American Life</a>. It had us spellbound one Sunday as we drove around attending open houses a few suburbs down the Blue Route. If you're a mother, you'll find it absolutely heartbreaking. If you're not, you'll probably still find it heartbreaking (but maybe to a lesser extent). This story is one of the reasons why my husband has a big ole man crush on <a href="http://www.thislife.org/about_staff.aspx">Ira Glass</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='http://res1.blogblog.com/tracker/7693979-8630473504699963011?l=www.meangirltotherescue.com'/></div>Mrs. Harridanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01243591806894404860noreply@blogger.com2