friends

I woke up (before dawn – thank you sleepover boys) to an email that wrapped up with:

I’m pretty sure you hung the moon.

Who ever would tell me that? I love my husband. There is no but, I have wonderful girlfriends, and we support each other, and challenge one another to be better, stronger, kinder and smarter.

I’m fresh outta gays. I’ve got a few safe men who wear ballgowns and a facebook friend who is a self described Bear. No, I can’t help you figure the term out, I’m too old, and too suburban. Try Wikipedia.

To all the ladies out there, go hug a gay today, because a day without your safe boyfriend isn’t jolly and gay. He just might make you feel like a Queen.