Dear friends and loyal readers,
The band is playing the final song at His Big Fat Indian Wedding. The cleaning crew is hovering in the doorway waiting to swish the fancy tablecloths into the laundry bag. Children are running amok eating all the leftover mints. Hems of pretty dresses are dirty, and neckties are stuffed into suit coat pockets. Everyone is tired.
But those of us who live in The City of Angels know about makeovers. A nip here. A tuck there. A stage name. A new life in the sunshine where palm trees wave graceful arms, and some neon-colored flower is guaranteed to burst in bloom at any moment.
I hope you'll come visit this new place. Unless there's a last minute glitch, you should be able to find me very soon at www.leavingdivorceville.blogspot.com. If that fails, come visit me at: http://myfrenchunderpants.blogspot.com/ or Birthmother and look for a link. If you find that I've disappeared entirely...well, maybe the U.S. Marshal has hauled me away.
Thank you for the love, support, wise words, and good humor. May it all come back to you ten-fold.