Saturday, March 5, 2011

One flew Over The Raisin Ranch

Steven tells me that Auntie isn’t coming back home. She fell last week and now will probably spend the rest of her life in a series of institutions devoted to narcotics and benign neglect. My mom had a saying that roughly translates to “Age screws you over.” And it does. Each of us needs a survival plan that extends beyond spouses and children. Mine includes a hand-picked collection of fabulous girlfriends, They are all beautiful inside and out and given the fact that they eat way less salt than me will probably out live me. That’s what I’m banking on.

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