Dear Diary, I was looking in the mirror this morning and reminded myself that pretty is as pretty does. ☺
Dear Diary, I have a confession: Don Lemon is my Emotional Support NewsAnchor. If Don is calm, all is good in my world. I can face whatever slings and arrows come my way. He’s my human Xanax … especially when combined with a nice glass of Pinot. I love him. I’m obsessed with him. But honestly, I’m worried about him.
Oh, one more thing about the flight home from New York. The MAGA guy sitting next to me was an upgrade to First Class. He had enough Frequent Flyer miles that he could move up from coach, and guzzle beer and burp in the company of appropriately-dressed people who paid full-fare. Look, I have nothing against mileage upgrades; I
I flew home from New York yesterday and I wound up sitting next to a guy who was wearing a purple Ed Hardy t-shirt and a red Make America Great Again hat. I was horrified. Horrified! It made me really sad. Not just because of the children in cages, and the pathological lying, and the vulgarity and the porn stars.
Summer has officially* come to an end, so it’s time to look back and write a “what I did on my summer vacation” entry. What I did on my summer “vacation” was sweat, schlep and get scowled at. My handsome, darling, wonderful, teenaged son, Cooper, will be graduating from high school next June … assuming he doesn’t wind up