I think I need to qualify my last blog. Talk about dramatic, geez. Who wrote that? I must have gotten temporarily possessed by the ghost of Dorothy Parker (I wish). More like [insert latest provocative celebrity]. I'm too lazy (old) to keep up.

The truth is I suffer from Over Dramatitis. Let's face it, I want my life to be much more interesting than it is. If I can't name my fourteen kids from three marriages to various bi-polar geniuses after fruit, Greek Gods, and the person I share the Nobel Peace Prize with, then at the very least I can make my trip to Target sound like a cultural land mine. If age hasn't brought wisdom, it has made me accept my own refusal to accept the inherent boringness of my life. I can't just say decide to eat a hamburger for lunch. I have to write a dissertation about the benefits of read meat for anemia. Good thing I don't do anything important.

Just for today, I can accept myself.