About two weeks ago my blogger pal Shannon over at Show Me The Mom sent me an email saying she had referred me to a writer at the New York Times. They were looking for mothers of teens and tweens that use Axe Body Spray and other colognes, etc. Perhaps it was my comment that being in a car with my Axe covered boys was like going for a jog behind a mosquito truck that caught her attention.

I was all OMG the New York freaking Times? For reals? Calling me? But wait. Are they allowed to call me? I mean isn’t that paper for people that are, I don’t know, SMART?  Because I am so not smart. Well, at least not New York Times smart. I mean I can tell you the difference between a good and a bad wine or how to wipe a four year olds butt while screaming at a fourteen year old to get off the Xbox because his retinas are gonna have holes in them if he is on it for one more minute. But. Like New York Times smart. Dude. NO.

Later that day, my phone rang, and I heard this, “Hi Stefanie. This is Jan Hoffman from the New York Times.” And. All I could think was.  Well, there goes the New York Times.

Ooph in the NYT.