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December 24, 2004
Christmas Eve finds me visiting the homes of not one, but two ex in-laws' homes from two failed marriages. I don't consider them failed marriages as much as I consider them successful friendships. Otherwise, why would I be invited? Perhaps it's the fact that I am the mother of their grandchildren, but I like to think it's because I don't burn bridges and they still like me. (They do) When ex #1 spotted me, I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his gray head. (Eat your heart out, buddy.) And then his little brother hit on me!