Interesting feedback -- thanks, DZ and Inyda -- one sees salvation in a good martini, the other in a good workout. Of course, most of us already do both, and for good reason. Just got back from my morning boot camp and the endorphins are flowing -- there's no better way to start the day. As much as I hate dragging my warm and very comfy butt out of bed at 5:05 most mornings, when I get back at 7:00 I always feel better -- full of energy and ready for the day -- than if I had slept for those two hours. On the days I skip, I usually wish I had gotten up.

That said, there's no substitute when hashing out the meaning of life, or just trashing it, for drinkypoos with the witches, and you know who you are. You are the awesome, funny, smart, passionate, overwhelmed and hardworking women with whom I LMAO every week and without whom life would be a very gray place. Warning, barf alert: I don't know what I'd do without you guys -- thanks for being so full of fabulosity!

What I really want to say, but might throw up myself, is you guys are the wind beneath my wings lately. Gag, retch! At the Georgetown U. graduation the other day I heard a great commencement speech by Ken Burns. He said he asked friends their advice when he first started getting invited to make such speeches, and one he tries to follow is, "Avoid cliches like the plague." I loved that. I often think in the worst cliches and despair at my highly unoriginal brain. But cliches became cliches for a reason, right? Sometimes it's hard to find a better but new substitute. Ergo, tripe like the above...heartfelt and sickening.