I would like to add that not only am I grateful that Herb is honest about my writing, but that James is honest about our relationship. Sure, I don't always want to know when I look just like a teenager... because of my zits. Or if my bed head resembles a nice landing spot for a troupe of Canadian geese. But when he is complimentary, I never have to question it.
And he often is.
Except for this past anniversary when I looked fabulous in my strapless dress and he asked why I was so done up. I was livid. And he's sick of me constantly bringing up. And I know his feelings on this subject because of...
Like Oprah, I can't live without it.