"No." I haven't read that book. I probably should. Have you read it? Is it good?
"Women don't like you to solve their problems, they just like to talk about them," says my husband. Anyway, I didn't know that, but I can see how it might be true. All I can think of at this point is thank goodness for 4 boys and not 4 girls. I am afraid I would not be a patient mother of girls. Actually I am not really a patient mother of boys either.
My lack of dramatics has also led me to believe I am not a very good friend. I am not a good liar. If your hair looks bad, I can't look at you and tell you how cute it is. I just don't feel comfortable. And at the same time, I think lots of good things about people that go unsaid. I need to take time to say those things to people, but honestly, sometimes I just forget. Of course no one wants a dishonest friend, but don't we all have friends who make us feel so good about ourselves by telling us how cute our hair is even when it isn't? I know some days I really appreciate those friends.
I have got a lot of work to do and apparently some books to read as well. This morning my husband set one out for me. I wonder if that is a hint. It is called The Tipping Point. All this reflection also caused me to be grateful for the friends that I do have, who put up with me. Especially my sister and good friend Nicole. My sister is family, she can't ignore me and sometimes I feel so bad about what Nicole had to go through living with me in college. I am glad she is still my friend:) The end.