Sitting around this fabulous apartment of our long lost friend, Jane (*Jane is a friend of Dion’s who we all hung out with ten years ago. haven’t seen HER since then either and she has graciously turned her home into a refugee camp for us!) watching Rachael Ray and some schmuck who is on here talking about Traditional Marriages.

and by Traditional I mean seriously traditional throw back 1940’s 1950’s subservient/servent type stuff…I have almost thrown up my coffee more than once. And I’m not knocking these particular people for their lives. I’m not. There is a significant portion of me that is set in the 1950’s. it’s constantly at war with the bra burner that lives in there too. Gah.

Anyways, I was thinking about those things, and wondering if there is anyone out there in this world who will get that. who will understand that about me and feeling the hair on the back of my neck stand up when I looked around this room at these beautiful people who are in my life…and who wonder the same questions about their lives…and I thought we are not alone. We’re all in this together. Those who are part of a couple. Those who are no longer part of a couple. Those who are just in parts…

Together. And isn’t that what it’s all about anyway?

We’re about to hit the road again, heading to Wisconson. Close to Maddison, we think. it’s about a three hour road trip. One of our tribe had to back out at the last minute, and that is sad sad, however we’ve got enough excitement to make up for EVERYONE!

I hope you have a fabulous friday. My boyfriend George Clooney has a movie opening tonight. It’s totally on my list to see when I get back.


What more can a woman want???

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