Softie Was Not A Word You Could

They Say There's No Harm In Daydreaming, But There Is.

I'm A Middle-class Former Housewife Who Goes To My Daughter's Softball Games.

I Gave Myself A Mental Shake. Snapping Out Of A Slump, That Was What Today Was All About.

Snow, Here?" Eric Was As Delighted As A Child. "i Love Snow!" Why Was I Not Surprised? "maybe We Will Get Snowed In Together," He Said Suggestively, Waggling His Blond Eyebrows.

Wow," I Said, Since It Was All I Could Think Of To Say. "wow. That's Some Outfit." When You've Got A Big Guy Wearing Lycra It Doesn't Leave A Whole Lot To The Imagination. I Resisted The Temptation To Ask Eric To Turn Around. "i Don't Believe I Could Be Convincing As A Queen," Eric Said, "but I Decided This Sent Such A Mixed Signal, Almost Anything Was Possible." He Fluttered His Eyelashes At Me. Eric Was Definitely Enjoying This. "oh, Yes," I Said, Trying To Find Somewhere Else To Look. (living Dead In Dallas)