HEAVEN

My dear friend Bee's aunt Barbara recently passed away. Bee said she thinks that since aunt Barbara believed in a heaven, that Barbara is in the heaven that she believed in.

I don't think there is a life-after-death, but I started thinking: What would my heaven be?

My heaven is Paris. I speak fluent French, smoke like crazy and wear couture that fits like on Anne Hathaway in "The Devil Wears Prada." Gorgeous three-inch heals feel like I'm walking on pillows and I have conversations with all the most interesting people throughout history and into the future so that I begin to understand everything about everything for eternity.

(Photo from google images, National Geographic Traveler, from an article Zut Alors! Paris' Car-Sharing Program, January 30, 2008. Also posted on Flickr)

Marriage

My husband taught me how to put on lipstick.

That should have been a sign.