Me -- terminally cute and perky when I'm not
being a ranting bitch. The cheerful demeanor usually breaks down
when I'm driving in Dallas traffic (otherwise known as the ninth
level of Hell) and I start swearing like Eddie Murphy in "Harlem
Nights." You'd never think it to look at me, would you?
Lyndon (aka
the Bodacious Brit) -- my husband, my first-line tech support
and the man who rubs me after my workouts. Also a brilliant photographer
and beloved of our cats.
Patrick (aka
the Nathan Lane of Mid-Central Illinois) -- my best friend
for, gosh, 26 years now. Patrick is available for weddings, bar/bat
mitzvahs, and any production of "Forever Plaid" he can get his hands on.
Stacy (aka "MOOOOOOOOOM!") -- my
sister, and the one who got all the verbal wit in the family. Short,
funnier than hell, has three kids, lives in Illinois where she
makes fun of the other suburbanites. I don't see her nearly often
enough.
Steve (aka
the Man from McKinney) -- my most excellent friend, fellow
fen and general partner in crime. I used to carpool with him
to work, and damn, the man could drive. Of course, my
nails were usually left in his upholstery, but still. . .
Mike (aka "Hollywood")
-- my favorite turquoise-eyed nephew, nose tackle and all-around
cool relative. Even if he did manage to do bizarre things to
his iBook (such as breaking the power supply by tripping over
it).
