All About Love

It'll be midnight soon, and this is my last blog entry of the year. And I want it to be about love. Because deep inside, I'm still an old softy who believes that love can really rock mountains. It might not be true, but I don't want to hear. I will believe what I want to believe. And the coming year seems to be going a lot down the love road. Plenty of drama, all in the name of love. I will not turn down the Ms title though. That's a little too much to ask. Perhaps I'm finally taking the plunge and at the old ripe age of 36 (which is the age I'll be next year, not this year) will be doing the things which other girls have done at 26. It seems destined to happen next year, not this year. And I will finally be made an honest woman at 36. I'm not sure people do that at 36, but well who says I can't. So it'll be loving a man, loving the cats, loving the dogs, loving my twin loving my very few friend, loving the little people, loving the music of life and love...