Marrying George Clooney

this is a short blog.
short. brief.
no pun intended.
i was in target yesterday buying ken underwear, briefs to be exact. cotton briefs. in snazzy colors, muted, but snazzy.
my phone rings. i answer.
i love the voice on the other end. sexy, vibrant, full of life & joy.
we have never met. she and i have never spoken before.
she doesn’t even announce her name. i just know who it is.
we both have goosebumps.
her name is kristine.
she & molly wrote a book a few years ago, i’m sure you’ve heard of it: letters to our daughters. perfection. gorgeous.
we met through vibrant nation. she read MGC, loved MGC and sent me a message… and well, the rest is history.
anyway, long blog short…
she called.
so,
we made a phone date.
wine & chat.
you know, there is nothing like walking through target, pushing a cart, buying my ken – my favorite guy – underwear and feeling the absolute miracle of life.
nothing like it.
thank you kristine.