Platitude Paradise

My cousin came for a visit last night. We live in different provinces now (though ... less than a 3 hour drive apart - so I have no real excuse for this ... but) - I haven't seen her in eons. No, I don't know the exact definition of an eon. It has been a helluva long time, though. I really enjoy her company. She was my bud when we were growing up. More like a sister than a cousin - we even looked very much like we were sisters. She is 2 years my senior. I used to get to go to her school dances when I really had no business being at one due to my age ... nobody carded you at school dances, though. It was Divine. I was from a different city (...and it was an actual 'city') and the majority of the small town's kids were unduly impressed by my status. Plus, I was fresh meat ... and relatively cute to boot. Needless to say - they were golden times. I remember this one night, we got schnockered on vodka and kool-aid in her bedroom before going to one of these dances ... I

In honor of my favorite day of the week, I think I am about due for a slightly lighter post ... why not, eh? My meds are all up to date :) go for it, sez I. So - my husband is my buddy, right? I have very - very little to complain about where he is concerned (though - you'll note my immense talent in finding something... oh - shut up, he'd complain about me if he had the time to write a blog around his chores). He is truly a kind and loving man who (on a daily basis) turns himself inside out to please me. Don't misunderstand - I reciprocate ... I'm not taking advantage of him (though he really likes it when I do). But in many ways, I seem to exhibit the more commonly (in an antiquated sort of way) "male characteristics" and vice versa. He is home during the day with our girls and takes care of the general house work and laundry as well as working on one of the MANY items on "the list" ... I don't call it a 'honey-do' as we both pick away