I am wearing my green boots today. They are so unlike anything I have owned before. I look down at them and wonder who's feet I have cut off. Why is something as superficial as clothing so fascinating to me?

Why am I trying to make myself cry?

If you're getting married anytime soon...

You better hope I don't know your unorthodox pet names.

Caution: This post is rated R for sexual content

Somebody I know (me) actually said this today:

"I'll give you my sex if you give me yours."








Since I know my dad reads this, I'll note that this wasn't in reference to actual sex. It was totally random.

We found out today that one of our client's sons had died. His youngest, who was my age, was found dead yesterday. I couldn't deal with that. I'm realizing that, if done properly, kids are what you live for. I don't mean you give over your entire identity to them. But above all, your job is to guard them against harm, so when they are hurt, I can't imagine the blow.

I'm turning into one of those Lifetime women. I go giggly when our UPS guy comes. That's all, just giggly. But it's so dorky.

Before I forget this.

A man forced into bankruptcy "by his wife," locks their wedding rings in a safe deposit box, and says he's protesting marriage.