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So I thought I did all my spinning yesterday, but actually today was another day of things just spinning out of control and I finally had to say, enough. I had signed up for two tickets to a Champagne Tasting at Swirl and my friend cancelled on me because she had a cold – I almost cancelled on me because I felt like the things to do were racking up. So I did what a friend just wrote and told me to – I said, “Tomorrow, Tomorrow” and got all dolled up, channeling my mom with my new red hat with the red peacock on it (courtesy of Cree McCree), I’m done with Santa hats after wearing this one – it has so much more holiday pizzazz.

Someone I met today asked me what it was like being with a woman after having been with men my whole life and once I again, my pat answer came out – “the incessant talking” is definitely different. You beg men to tell you anything but this is a fact, no lesbian is ever saying to her partner, “Honey, what’s on your mind?”

Today, at some point I was ready to give up on everything since it was one consumer electronic device after another that was going down for the count, and then I got a Skype from T and T2, and T2 took one look at me and said, “Waffle, Hot Dog.” I want you to all know this boy eats very well and balanced meals at that, but there are times when a nice Hebrew National (which the check-out clerk at Rouse’s said to me point blank, “$5.49 to take the pork out … now, you know” looking askance at my purchase), and a Nature’s Path, Flax Waffle, is just what he wants at the end of the day. So the last two nights before he left on his trip, since he was sick, and miserable, he got his wish – Hot Dog, Waffle. Funny how a zillion miles away in snowy Zagreb, he sees his Mommy on the computer screen and this is what he wants to convey to me, “Hot Dog, Waffle.” Apparently they don’t have Hebrew National in Croatia – and hey, they’re not just for Jews.

Meanwhile, somewhere between the computer meltdown and my leaving the house for the champagne tasting, Bleckica went missing. And I searched the closets, the drawers, the street, under the house, the laundry room, the screen porch and still no black cat. So now I’m starting to feel like I just can’t get this day straight to save my life.

So I went to the tasting, and I passed a good time, in the parlance of New Orleans, then I came home and eat some tuna fish on crackers and I wondered where that damn cat was. And as I was getting ready to call it quits, I heard the sound of the little bell on her collar, and I looked into our closet and there she was, big green eyes blinking at me as if she had just woken up from being nestled in our clothes for the entire afternoon. Cozy and warm.

But to get back to my point, if indeed I had one, I told the woman who asked me that it is definitely different being with a woman, but it’s all good.

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