MASH

MASH is a game we used to play in the car on the way to the beach.  I had perfected my life through this game.  I lived in a mansion with Brad Pitt and our 2.2 kids, had a hot pink wedding, lived in Malibu, and drove a BMW.  In reality, I really wanted to get married right out of college to a dark-headed guy (my “type”), have 3 children and, okay I’ll admit it, live in a mansion.  It’s funny that girls tend to play MASH with real life.  We want to plan out every detail of our lives, like God doesn’t already hold the plan.  When I did finally meet the right guy, I was 24 and he was a blonde.  One year later we were married and, as they say, the rest is history.  Murray and I were just talking the other day about how we’d never have thought we’d be living in Virginia with our 20 month old daughter just three short years after getting married.  I was supposed to be living in Malibu, for goodness sake!  And speaking of those three short years, we just celebrated our anniversary on July 26^th.  As cliché as it sounds, he is my best friend and I think he is a spectacular man.  That’s not to say our marriage is perfect…he can annoy me more than anyone else I know! We argue about the smallest of things.  I tend to pout and he tends to ignore me, which makes my pouting even worse.  But most importantly, we know how to say I’m sorry.  We just work.  He will probably never read this, so I’ll just have to tell him in person:  I love you, Murray Davis, and am forever thankful you chose me to be your partner in this life...even if you didn’t make all of my MASH dreams come true. J