One of the weirdest, quirkiest aspects of my life is my relationship with Drew.
I mean, how many people do you know who go through a horrible divorce, only to rekindle their romance years later?
But then, we broke up twice before we eventually got engaged and married.
But then, Liz Taylor married Richard Burton twice, didn't she?
But then, Natalie Wood married Robert Wagner ...well, that one didn't work out so well...
The weird thoughts are coming at me today.
We got married on June 28.
June 28, 1987, to be precise. 29 years ago.
The life I'm living right now is not exactly what I imagined for myself 29 years ago.
So, do I acknowledge the anniversary of a failed marriage?
Of a marriage that produced two wonderful children?
Of an event that happened with the man I'm with now, an event of our shared past?
It's a weird day in my very weird life.
life in and around NYC is insane
- The Pit Stop
- June 28
- The festival
- Kasey's Kitchen
- So....about that convention...
- Enough is Enough
- Oh...my ...
- Cheer coach redux
- The summer solstice and the strawberry moon
- Father's Day
- songbird salutes the 70's: Meat Loaf
- Bless you, Senator Murphy
- Orlando redux
- Spire Activity Tracker
- we live in historic times
- Another election day....
- Another this and that
- X-Men:Apocalypse -- possible spoilers
- Heckscher Park
- Hey, Hey We're the Monkeess
- mindfulness and meditation
- worried for a friend -- update
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