A New Reason to Live…

Not to overstate it, but this morning as I sat in the Southern Cal June Gloom (overcast), hungover from a lack of sleep due to new baby ,and wrestling Viv out the door to school, a news item caught my eye on my Blackberry while I nursed. Daniel Craig and Hugh Jackman are going to do a Broadway show together. What’s the show?  I don’t know, I don’t care, but I am going to use my points, my feminine wiles, and what’s left of my 401k to get to NYC when those boys hit the boards.

Tom Jones, step aside, my flung panties have a new destination. Maybe I can be their back stage betty. Or fetch them coffee. Or just pant. I Iike when life shows me I’m married, not dead. That I can still work up a good little crush. Like when my friend Norah and I use to kiss pictures of Timothy Hutton. Boy, that was a long time ago.

I also miss having obsessions or fixations. Like when I saw “Dirty Dancing” 10 times. I think it’s good to have the brain take a polite holiday.

Hugh, Daniel… save a seat for me.