Living in a Sitcom

Do you ever feel you are living in a sitcom or reality show? I sure do. In fact, I wait for the cameras to pop out at any moment, or the makeup assistants to powder my nose πŸ™‚ The craziness that is my life seems to be much wilder than any of the 8,356,241 reality shows currently on the schedules. Let’s see, I am going thru a slightly messy divorce, have 2 teenage boys and live with my boyfriend who is also going thru a messy divorce and has 2 teens THE EXACT SAME ARE AS MINE. So four teenagers between us. Among my friends I have a friend who is president of the PTA & sells sex toys for a living, a pole dancing instructor, one who just married a drag queen, and 5 girlfriends going thru messy divorces. Including one living with her ex while divorcing, and another who’s ex dropped dead before she could file! BUT we have some amazing women, Cancer survivors, ones battling debilitating illnesses, single mom’s raising their kids without a cent from the father’s that sired their kids. We have laughter, tears, unreal situations that if you weren’t there, you probably wouldn’t believe they happened.

Do we pull each other’s extensions out like the Real Housewives of NJ? No, who can afford extensions! Do we throw drinks at each other like the NY Housewives? HELL NO, that is alcohol abuse! $100 lunches and dinners aren’t our speed, but we do go for pho, and out to crack crabs and throw back some beer Bawlmer style.

Hey, with all the craziness that goes on in my world, it would make for great amusement. It definitely keeps me laughing πŸ™‚


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