Yes, I have ants in my pants. I'm not sure what the deal is, but I am dying to hop in the car with the kids and go somewhere for the weekend. I'm really wanting to go to Legoland, but the 24 hour round trip drive is turning me off to that (barely). Then I thought about the Great Sand Dunes or Garden of the Gods or the Royal Gorge. I just want to get out of town. I called a friend in Colorado Springs to see if she could meet me with her kids, but she can't meet us, so I'm probably staying put (which is best, but boring). Oh well. (I need a jet!)
Andy proposed during a curtain call of Me and My Girl , a musical in which he played an old man who went most of his life without telling the woman he loved that he loved her... Twenty-three years ago today Andy asked me to marry him. . . . he was my best friend and I thought he was the love of my life. Should I have said no? I don't know how many times I have now been asked a version of that question in the past couple of years and I cannot count the number of times I have asked myself that question over the past decade, but it is a dumb question with no great answer. If I would have said no 23 years ago, I would have saved myself from so many tears and so much pain, but I would have missed so much laughter and so many exciting firsts and I would be such a different person. . . . Because of this day, 23 years ago, I am who I am and I have so much to be thankful for. Because of this day, 23 years ago, I have five of the best kids on the planet. They are t
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