Mildly relevant sidebar: "Douchebags with Kites" is the name of my new band - we're auditioning lead guitar today at happy hour if anyone is interested?
With those harsh words still ringing in my ears, we sped off in the Trophy Wife Wagon to spend the weekend with dear friends in Houston. These are the sorts of friends who you have in your life not only because, you know, you like them and stuff, but because they are the people you want to be when you grow up. Have the type of marriage you want to have, parent their kid with the affection, wisdom and grace you only hope you one day can muster too. They have their fights and their foibles like anyone else, of course, but just being in their presence somehow makes me want to do better.
(And yes, friend L is a reader of this here blog, so this surreptitious sucking-up is also done in hopes that she'll send me more of her delightful baked goods - hi, L!)
It was just what the doctor ordered
Funny how the douchebags fade into the background with a few miles and a swing or two in between you. My best is doing just fine once again, thankyouverymuch - and thank *you* very much for the kind words of support over the weekend. Mwah.