Baby Spit Jungle...

Years ago I convinced my husband that we needed HBO just so that I could watch "Sex and the City." I loved the clothes and the idea of girlfriends being so close. That is what all women want-a group of girlfriends that will be there for them no matter what. There was also a lot of sex on the show, and well, I didn't need to see all of that because I was in a reality show called "Sex in my marriage." It was fabulous and is still my favorite show. It is one of those long running series... going on 15 years.

Anyway, there are two television shows that are trying to win over the "Sex and the City" followers. One is "Cashmere Mafia" and the other is "Lipstick Jungle." I have watched both and have to say that the Lipstick is the clear winner.

Not only are there girlfriends who love each other unconditionally, but they have fabulous jobs that we get to ooh and ahh over. As I sit on my couch with my oversized pj bottoms and my older-than-dirt favorite sweatshirt, I watch Lipstick and fantasize about what it would be like to actually have a fast paced, high power job.

What would it be like to live in a 3.5 million dollar apartment and be able to run into the street with my arm raised high and simply tip my finger and have a taxi stop dead in it's tracks? Would I be able to get used to wearing Prada suits and carrying around Kate Spade handbags? Could I stand having an assistant who has an assistant?

I don't know... let me think about it for a moment. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Sure it would be fun, but look what I would have to give up. I would have to stop wearing sweat pants for one thing. I would also never be able to run into Target on a early Saturday morning for tampons before I even brushed my teeth (the high paced life would never stand for that.) And what about baby spit? Would I have to throw away half of my sweaters because they have yellow baby spit stains on the shoulders?

How could I ever think of giving up the baby spit?