Wow, this Santa myth is strong stuff: Since I’ve been thinking about my kid’s sudden curiousity about Santa, I’ve discovered that one of my sanest friends actually bought a giant boot when his kids were little so he could leave a big ol’ footprint in the ashes of the fireplace, one of my friends told me she cried when she discovered (at 12!) he wasn’t real, etc., etc. But this morning takes it: Talking about it to my pals at FM-100 …

… the interview came to a screeching halt when I mentioned the idea that Tomas thinks I might be Santa Claus. “We can’t air that,” said Karen Perrin (fortunately I’m not live each Thursday morning at 8). “We’ll be deluged with calls, saying how we ruined Christmas.” Yikes! Please don’t ever let it be said that I ruined Christmas!
– I remembered the other night that I never posted what Oprah’s magazine said to do about a friend who flirts outrageously with your husband. Here’s a link, but it came down to three opinions — 1) Remember that you’re fabulous, and take it as a compliment, though maybe she doesn’t get invited next time. 2) No problem, unless he flirts back, then it’s HIS problem. 3) Dump her. She’s not your friend. Really.