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sometimes when i am wide awake in the middle of the night, i stare at my sweet, gorgeous, kind, loving 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/mesh & medal department – and share it with him. or better yet, i’ll wear it, and let him touch it.

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