This fledgling blog hit a milestone this past week.  Scary Mommy, whom many of you know and laugh with daily, commented on a post.  My post.  And to see the comment come through felt like I’d sipped from the Holy Grail.  If I never attract any more people to this site, at least I can tell my grandchildren, who will all likely be blogging as fetuses on iWombs by then, that Scary Mommy once posted on my site.

And I’m forced to anticipate a conversation that is 30 years off in the future because telling those newborn babies will be more rewarding than conversing present day with G about this.  It felt a little like talking to a Chinese tourist who stopped listening to the directions they asked you for.  As is, I always tread a little carefully in discussing my blog with G since he believes I am truly plotting to kill him and has wire-tapped my phones and installed high def spy cameras in every room.  But this really hit new lows:

E:  So I had a BIG thing happen today.
G:  You got a raise?
E:  Umm, no.  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  Part-time people don’t really get raises.
G:  Says you…what’s your news?
E:  Scary Mommy, who is a big deal in the blog world, posted on my site today.  And she seemed to think it was funny.
G:  Why is she scary?
E:  She’s not scary. It’s figurative to describe the underbelly of mothering.
G:  Should I call you Scary Erin then?
E:  What is wrong with you?  This is important to me.  This woman is a figurehead.  She’s like a celebrity in the blogging world.
G:  In your Dungeons & Dragons world?
E:  Shut up.  I’m not some 40 year old sleeping on a cot in my parent’s basement, playing Nintendo.
G:  I haven’t heard of her.
E:  That doesn’t mean anything.  You’re not the demographic.  And if you read the Times, you’d know.  And you probably can’t tell me the name of my blog.
G:  ‘I could kill him.’
E:  Wrong.  You’re a terd.
G:  Liken her to a celebrity that I’d know then.
E:  That’s a challenge since you didn’t even realize you were peeing next to Robert DeNiro in a urinal once.
G:  That violates manly bathroom code!  You do not look at your neighbor.
E:  You do if it’s DeNiro.  You only know athlete comparisons, and I only know the names of two athletes, Derek Jeter and A Rod, and I’m not going to compare her to those barbarians.  She’s known for writing words and they’re famous for hitting a ball with a piece of wood.
G:  Then pick an actress I’d know.
E:  You don’t know any.
G:  I knew Rebecca De Mornay and you didn’t.
E:  I told you not to mention her name to me again [see this post].  Okay….hmmm….since you only know the cast of Friends…she’s like Courtney Cox.
G:  She’s good lookin’.
E:  That’s not the point.
G:  Wait, which one was that?  The dark haired or the blonde?
E:  No, the blonde one is Jennifer Aniston.
G:  Why can’t she be like Jennifer Aniston?  I like blondes.
E:  Jennifer Aniston is known around the world since she does a lot of movies and magazine covers.  And she married Brad Pitt.  If you had to compare to bloggers, Jennifer would probably be Heather Armstrong.
G:  Is that the one whose site means poop?
E:  Oh my god, dooce means to get fired, not poop.
G:  I beg to differ.  Ask any dude.
E:  Anyway, if Dooce were Jennifer Aniston, then Scary Mommy is Courtney Cox.
G:  I think Courtney Cox is more famous than Jennifer Aniston.
E:  Oh, do tell, Ryan Seacrest…
G:  Because she did movies that I know.
E:  Like Ace Ventura?
G:  Of course.  Classic.
E:  This is 4 minutes of my life I can never reclaim.
G:  What?  I said, ‘good job.’
E:  No, you didn’t.  You just had to lead me down this winding trail of irritation.
G:  Good job.  I’m glad Scary Mommy posted on your site.  I’m sure you’ll really rock it at Comic-Con next year.
E:  Oh my god…blogging is not like reading comics.
G:  Yeah, sure.
E:  I don’t want to talk about this anymore.
G:  Okay. What’s for dinner?
E:  For you, microwave popcorn.