So do you really think that Hilary can look at a cigar without wanting to rip it to shreds?  I would be willing to bet that on more than one occasion tobacco could be found in the crevices of Hilary's perfect teeth.  Ya know darn well she was a Lorena Bobbit wanna-be.

I have little faith in the idea of "standby your man"...................most women would not, they would run like hell. 

The headlines all read...Why Powerful Men Cheat?,......   or   Do Idiotic Things?"..........yada yada you can fill it in.  All men do really dumb things, the powerful ones just think they have a better chance of getting away with it.  You would think public scrutiny would deter these fools, but that notion just doesn't prove out.

My beef is with the wives who stand by these rejects.  Is there really sanity in defiant dignity?  Not by a long shot.  Most of these jilted wives claim to act brave over concerns for the children.  Hmmmmmmmm, seems a weak response.  I personally would want my girls to see me rebel against The Big Boys Club.

It would be much more powerful if these women had not stood at their husbands side, while said loser tried to explain his way out of a putrid situation.   Better yet, heres a classier image, stand there at your spouses side, holding your nose and wearing a look of sheer disdain.

Spitzer's wife just looked weary.  Yet there she was, slightly back from her husband, looking like she wanted to fade away.

Its been a long weekend.

I just talked with hubbie, and he is ready to come home.  He does this, never leaving footprints in one place too long.  He loves the idea of adventure and new places, but soon realizes it is not as much fun in a new place without the family.  He and I are so very different.  I always want to stay put, and feel out of sorts the minute anything abnormal occurs in my everyday.

My best friend has been here, on business the past two days.  I love him to death, but often feel as though a tornado has blown through my life whenever we visit.  He is caustic and deeply unhappy with most aspects of his life.  Everything he does is over the top, as though tomorrow his life will be shutdown.  He dances with the devil, and most everyone who hangs with him, dances right there at the edge with him.  Long ago I gave up trying to keep pace with him and I think that is why our friendship still works.  We gave up trying to fix each other, and I often wonder if that is the key to a happy marriage as well.

My son has been sick with some sort of intestinal virus.  This is not fun.  The poor kid's eruptions are uncontrollable, causing him great distress.  Of course I must head to work tonight with very little sleep last night, and that causes me distress.  I can feel my stomache rumbling and have been wondering all morning if I am going to get the virus, or just the pity poops.

It is no small wonder that my son has caught this virus, it is flourishing at work.  It is a vicious circle, from work to home and back to work.  It is one of the downfalls of working in healthcare.  I think someone misjudged the strength of the flu this year, the flu shot has kept very few people from getting ill this year.  So much for science!