This morning I woke up with a heartache. It was a tough one to shake. With a magnetic field between me and my bed, I spent the morning at battle in my mind as to whether or not I would return to slumber. "NO!" I shouted (in my mind). "That's not for me!"
I swung open the front door and charged up the hill like a maniac, running from the bed that called after me. I was wearing my husband's tube socks and the pajama pants that always ride up my, ahem, crack. Did I care? Not today. I know that it's part of the entertainment industry to give off the perception that I am always beautiful and put together. But this morning I must confess to you that that's a bunch of garbage. I hope that heartaches, tube socks and wedgies will lessen the virtual gap between you and I. And just so you know, I feel a little better now.