Except you can.
I mind my manners.
I almost never eat with the butter knife.
I often know which fork to use.
Only in the direst emergency do I use the tablecloth as a napkin. (And that time in The Cheesecake Factory was totally and completely not my fault. I mean, the waiter was on fire, what else was I supposed to use? And the judge decided there wasn’t enough evidence to prove that the flaming truffle torte incident was my fault, anyway.)
So really. I’m portable and am really entertaining on long car trips.
So people d0 invite me over.
Quit looking so startled!
And seldom incarcerated.
Case in point:
The lovely Molly over at Postcards from a Peaceful Divorce and I have something in common. Well, more than just the smoking, sexy good looks, the inspired approach to motherhood and the envious hate-mail from Angelina Jolie. The other thing that we have in common is the peaceful divorce part.
I was blessed that the end of my marriage with Child A’s dad went…well, I won’t say “smoothly” because divorce can never be. It is painful, there is grief and loss. But when that rare parting happens were the people are whole and caring on the other side of it…well, it is a wonderful gift.
When I told Molly that we had this in common, she asked if I would write a guest post for her.
My answer: I would be honored.
So that post – which is really not so much about the funny, it is in fact a piece about why I think I was able to construct a peaceful divorce – is running today. I am hopeful that I shared something worthwhile on her blog, because it really deserves quality words.
So go…click…say hi to Molly!
And for heaven’s sake, don’t embarrass me!