Hurray for Kellywood!

Our fancy BBQ attracted a crowd Paris Hilton would kill for: cute kids, drunk social workers, and returned Peace Corps volunteers. Even Voice of Distinction Barry Howard showed up to man the grill that I had recently rehabbed from the basement.

These here are official Hollywood kids. You can tell because the 5 year old is dressed like a biker. Not even an actual biker would put their kid in a leather vest--they put their kids in sensible cotton separates from Target. More advice for you, Movie Star: my solidly Midwestern Sister is the only thing standing between your kids, their Rod Stewart hair, and drug rehab.

Yes, that is Nanny Deb of the Fox Television hit "Nanny 911." My co-worker finally got up the courage to ask for a picture with her. All she had to do was whore out foster kids: "Hey, Nanny Deb, I use your advice with my [poor, needy, television worthy] foster families all the time!" Lies, by the way, as I have yet to see the "Nanny 911" episode filmed in Englewood featuring a beleaguered and impoverished Black foster mother and the abused children that steal her stuff or poop in her freezer.

The real star of the show, as always, is Luso, the Cutest Baby in the World. She deserves her own blog, no? Baby Mama, are you listening? Everyone else is doing it.

And then the party was over, the yard was trashed, and the salmon burgers revealed themselves to be an impulsive and dangerous mistake. Such is life, my friends, as St. Renegade retreats from the glare bouncing off her sister which is refracted from her boss. Life without the concave mirror of constant Sisterhood, the pressure of protecting someone who doesn't need it and actually thinks they are protecting you. Also, I have no cable TV, and am forced to read books and learn. Ugh.