Confession: Last night I drove past Iceberg and imagined eating a hamburger and today I thought about eating a piece of ham. I don’t think I even craved ham when I was a carnivore. So anyway, I’m not the only veg who indulges these thoughts, which is why I’m comfortable putting it on the world wide web.
Last night I gathered with four friends for something that Mormons call Family Home Evening (or FHE). Normally you do this kind of thing with your family, but we’re all single…so we’re a family of single friends. And we get together and talk about awesome things like fear and how to overcome it. And then we sometimes play a game that makes us laugh to tears. And it’s beginning to be an anchor for me...because it’s like we’re all in this together. I’m grateful for that.
This afternoon I looked at People magazine when I was waiting to get my braces tightened (because I’m in Jr. High again, if you’ll remember) and learned that Whitney Houston died. What the??! Why didn’t anyone tell me? She was so awesome when I was in the 5th grade and in my head she’s like 30 years old. Which means I’m older than her. And that’s messed up.