"Sheila worries that I work too hard", or, "I'm very grateful to Sheila for..."
I didn't mind. I liked her and I liked talking about her and seeing her in the newspapers. When it all went to shit however I spoke about her less often and that felt appropriate enough. Now I just mention the bitches or in higher minded company the ladies.
I have a different image now which fits with the work I'm doing. I don't mind talking like that. It makes me feel, if not like a man, then at least like a professional - someone who needs to mention things (women). Someone who is encouraged to speak about certain things in certain ways.
My life is actually quite fascinating AND NOT NEARLY AS SHALLOW AS IT SOUNDS. That's just business.
I have seven children most of whom I know quite well and
I had to sell the house and am now much happier in a smaller apartment. It's really cozy and cheap to heat. (I love how that sounds! Cheap-to-Heat! I wish there was a song called that. I would like to learn how to sing it also into the computer.) Cable, internet, parking. It's awesome. Really central also. Close to all amenities, the bus and bars and stuff like that. Lot's of sports bars which I like.
Listen, life is good but I can't complain. I miss the kids a little - some of them anyway- but having a sauna in the building doesn't hurt. Doesn't hurt one bit.