Jill and I were out for drinks with the Girls' Night Out bunch a week ago, and she lovingly laughed each time I stopped in the middle of a conversation to fan myself. Yesterday I received the following in the mail from her. The words she wrote: "You're not alone." Thanks, Jill. I needed that.
And to my sons: I'm sorry if I embarrass the living daylights out of you. But just think how much better prepared you'll be when your wives go through menopause. (Yes, TJ, I'm expecting you to have a wife who will go through menopause. You can thank me later.)
2 comments:
I have no response to that.
:-)
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