Candy's Column
Countdown to Tears
My mom just poked her head in before going to bed, and rather than the usual “good-night, love you,” she asked when she should start crying because I haven’t gone into labor yet. This is what it’s come to, people. Until now I’ve been able to distract my parents with day trips to Santa Monica and a pantry full of sugary snacks, but the gig is up. The pressure is on. I have eight days left to produce The Granddaughter before they must return to Pennsylvania. If Baby Girl stubbornly remains in Club Uterus, I will have let my parents down in a way I haven’t let ANYONE down since informing Grandma Kirby I got a job as a staff writer for CBS’s The Bold and the Beautiful. To which Grandma replied: “You REALLY should have gone to law school.”
