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sometimes when i am wide awake in the middle of the night, i stare at my husband  (who is fast asleep, thank you very much) and think to myself, ‘wow… he has put up with so much of my menopausal dreck & hell for five years i oughta just give him a medal.”

and then i think:

hmmm. i know, i’ll buy myself a medal at BARNEYS NEW YORK — you know, in their jewelry/trinket/medal department – and share it with him. or better yet, i’ll wear it, and let him touch it.

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