Why my ex-husband is attracted to Jewish women
Who the hell knows? Maybe it’s because we’re smart.
Who the hell knows? Maybe it’s because we’re smart.
Went to see Ellen this afternoon for a tune-up – always great to speak with her about all these crazy things that go on in my head. She gave me comfort as only your therapist can. Ellen wisdom: 1) Big move for me to throw myself out there with gusto. Pat on the back. 2) Sometimes someone fits all the checks on your check list and still can’t touch your soul – hence the numbness.…
I’ve donned my Wonder Woman outfit again as a reaction to my overreactionary mind – I’ve got red gloves, red slick boots up to my thighs, a broad gold lame belt cinched tight, and hair – lots of hair – and I’m ready for action. Only Wonder Woman, the fighting Amazon, stood between the Menacing Men of Mars and The End of Paradise Island! Cryptic, indeed. I got it right from the Wonder Woman comic…
What would I do without my Flower – she IM’s me this about that, “There is an old Russian saying, the first pancake is always lumpy.”
I just took Loca to the Bonnabel boat launch for her kennel pick up. She’s on her way to the pokey and I miss the bundle of mess already.
A friend of mine just had an intense, short-lived, love affair. I love this – on the second night of sleeping together, she rolls over and says sweetly, “How’d you sleep, honey?” – the lover responds dreamily, “I couldn’t sleep, I was staring at you all night.” Ahhh. You’ve got to love that one. Reminds me of a text message I got two years ago – “Looking forward to pillow talk” – Now, that is…
A friend says why do you listen to what all these people tell you? I accept dating advice from women who are chronically single. And I say, I invite it by being a public person. If I kept all my life questions to myself then no one would know what buttons to push with me – but instead I’m like a whack a mole, you might not know what hole or issue is going to…
“The more successful we are, the more American troops can return home.” PRESIDENT BUSH, on Iraq.
Moosey showed up last night on the porch when we returned and were sitting around having a nightcap. Hmm. He has a sixth sense, that one.
There was something in the air last night that made it kind of one of those full tilt boogie nights where everything is hilarious and the music feels so good you just want to move your whole body. Gal Holiday and her Honky Tonk Review were at the dba and we danced and had a blast. Watch out.