Sometimes I feel like I’m the only person in this world not vacationing on a yacht off the Southern coast of France. Though I suppose there are also one or two of you out there who were not hanging in the blue waters off of St. Tropez this weekend aboard your various sized yachts. But Uma Thurman was.
Mommyhood has certainly take on Uma Thurman, or maybe it’s vice-versa, but the one time slender-as-a-rail thespianic and Kill Bill kick butt star has become a much curvier, bosomy gal since popping out the pups and moving heavily into parental mode. I kind of like it. Not just the cushion-for-the-pushin’ you crude bastards I like to call my friends will shout out. But just the air of a PTA president who you know is quite a bit naughty when the sun goes down and the lights go off.
And with that new floppy rack to bring to the table (or sofa or yacht pull out bed), I’m guessing when the ship is a rocking, kids do not come a knocking. There, I used two horrible old school cliches in a single post. I win. Or I would, if I could just afford a yacht. Enjoy.