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To Joanne.Helen.Marilyn.Shelley.Sheila.Joy.Liza.Thanks for always being on my left. ♥ . . .
And dance, we shall, at our January celebration.I met with our event planner today. M and I decided on our invitations. We talked about the music, again. We talked about the second tasting we're doing. I dropped in at a friend's cupcake shop to leave a message. We talked about the bar.And we made . . .
I'm not sure which I like better: the sentiment or the visual. . . .
When you're close to someone, you sometimes just don't see the obvious.For some 20 years, I had a girlfriend who was expert at milking the system. Any system.We met at the Silicon Valley company at which we worked. We bonded over the bitch of the boss for whom we worked. Over the years, we took . . .
The other day I was on the phone with my fabulous husband, who was back in Coral Gables.His chow-chow, Puddin', was sitting with him. Riley was with me, and started to bark.Now, Riley has a piercing bark. Like most small dogs. A demanding bark.A bark so loud that Puddin' heard it all the way in . . .
You often hear the question, "Can men and women be 'just friends'? That's because there's an assumption that men and women inevitably have to relate through sex. The term JUST friends is misleading. As if just friends is, well, less than. Both FLH and I have not "just" friends, but close friends . . .