And apologies for stealing that title from a Non-Sequitor comic strip that I remember.
But this phrase occurred to me when I was going to bed on Tuesday night. It was about 11 pm and I had just turned off the light, put my earplug in (TH stays up later than me and snores. They're a necessity), and was doing a final email check on my phone before I went to sleep. (The life of a lawyer - checking the phone is the first thing we do in the morning and the last thing we do at night). I noticed that I had a new text message.
A friend of mine, who is not married, had just texted me that she was heading to a strip club after going to a happy hour. I realized that me, in my nightgown and with my earplugs, and her in a cab heading to a strip club, pretty much summed up the differences in our lives.
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
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