i'm a "middlemom" now. i'm not sure whether i'm lugubrious or liberated; i'll have to mull this over before i can say for sure.
but speaking of "lugubrious" ... i like that word. it's got that same je ne sais quoi that the word "lachrymose" has. such beautiful words for downright funky feelings.
What is a middlemom and if I like it, can we organize a march at the capitol?
it means i'll never be mistaken for victoria 'n before too long, y'all can just call me grizabella.
memory! all alone in the moonlight, i can smile at the old days; i was beautiful then. i remember the time i knew what happiness was. let the memory live again!