Tongue

As depressed as I was (and probably always will be) over New Years eve, I managed to pull myself up by my bootstraps and head out for dinner with the girls. We've given ourselves the moniker "The Real Housewives of Astoria", but really they would NEVER make a show about us because we discuss how to get great deals at Disney World and why our kids 3rd grade teacher makes us use loose leaf. Not exactly riveting tv viewing.

I forgot about my depression basically as soon as I knew I was being picked up. My husband waved good bye out of the window ("Bye Dad, don't wait up" I yelled). And that was it. We ate, drank and laughed for 3 hours straight. I have been so blessed in my life by the most wonderful women. I have friends that I have known for about a million years and that I will be friends with until the day I die. And I have friends that I have known for a much shorter period of time, but of which I have no doubt will be with me until the day I die. I know these are women who will support me, laugh with me, cry with me, and always tell me when my ass looks too big in something. Basically all the corny crap that you'd like to think you are too cynical and long in the tooth to care about, but suddenly realize is all that matters.

Got to go back to work tomorrow. But so do we all. The kids go back to school tomorrow. But all our kids do. I love it. A misery that becomes a joy. Because it is shared. Because we have each other.

I'm glad New Years is over. And I'm so excited for all the fun I will have with darling friends both near and far this year.

"Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends"

PS - Why is this post called tongue? Oh, they know. They know.