I'll tell you one thing your h and mine have in common, they have some freaking big balls.
Sally, I'll tell you this as a man. It doesn't take balls to do this, not really -- just blind, reckless selfishness and stupidity... and a dark shadow cast upon their feeble souls.
The other night I caught the 1984 production of A Christmas Carol with George C. Scott. It got me to thinking about all of the other versions of this Dickens story -- and recalled reading the original years ago. I now see how I was so very close to becoming Scrooge myself -- dark, depressed, a slave to my career, in denial of the heavy losses I had sacrificed, and oh so very close to losing my mortal soul.
I look at these WAS' and how cold-hearted and cruel they can be even in this season of kindness, generosity and good will. I look at our spouses and see the blind foolishness that Dickens was trying to warn us of in his cautionary tale.
