How big was it?

At my sister Jennifer's wedding this past weekend, I was introduced to a large table of her husband Brian's extremely cool, interesting, friendly relatives during the rehearsal dinner. Brian's brother, Brett, asked me to share with them any celebrity dirt I knew, but since I'm a copy editor and, therefore, a glorified grammar geek and, therefore, the last to know anything, I didn't have much (and I probably wouldn't be able to share it if I did). When they asked me why John Mayer is able to bed so many women, I told them what I've read online and elsewhere:

"He's huge," I said.

"Huge, like ..." they said.

"Huge, like, he's very well endowed," I said, holding my hands about two feet apart.

This is a perfect example of why people need editors. People who have good editing minds don't tell a large table of strangers who are only just joining into their family that a celebrity has the shlong of an elephant before even learning their names. I am klassy.

The good news is is that everybody stuck around, nobody appeared to be scared off by my special lack of boundaries, and the wedding was lovely.



In uploading the photos from the weekend, I finally uploaded all the pictures I've taken since December that have been nesting comfortably in my Canon. Those are coming soon. Nora and Tallulah are waiting patiently to show off their extreme attractiveness.



Also, I just want to recognize two terrible losses during the week. Rest in peace, Sidney Pollack and Harvey Korman.