It's a joke, okay?

We are so incredibly 'vanilla' that it is amzaing. How does someone like me become so damn normal? And if I'm going to the pay the psychic price of normalacy, shouldn't I be allowed to reap the fields of their golden harvest? Isn't hte worst thing to be normal, but feel like a freak?

Being a freak is a good thing. It has always struck me as so, but I don't spend my time with freaks, I'm not a freak. The 'craziest person who I know' is a school teacher, and then 'craziest thing that she could do' is to marry the man with whom she is in love.

Of course, he is a convicted felon who is currently in prison, and the wedding was a bit 'non traditional,' involving as it did, the abscence of wedding cake and the physical contact thing. But still, how crazy is that?

Oh, okay, he is a former student, but still, not really in the same catagory is the true 'freak.'

So I am not a freak. Strange. And I am pretty good at what I do, and I have great kids, and I am passionately in love with my life partner, who in a perverse twist of normalacy, happens to be the woman to whom I have been married since 1984, and who was the first woman to whom I ever confessed my love.

(would it sound better to write 'the first woman on whom I unleashed the hounds of desire?')

In the ever interesting game of 'is this man a freak?' I wouldn't make it past the first round.

Echoing strains of Marlon Brando, and "I coulda been a contender. I could have been a freak..."

Heather enjoyed her weekend getaway. "It's kind of nice" she said "To have a whole bottle of champagne before lunch."