When my well-adjusted, prematurely wise son suggested, "Get a life, Mom," I was shocked, but without thinking twice, I took his somewhat cheeky, yet thought-provoking advice and got a life.
Boy - did I get a life!
This rapidly aging bird flew the coop - via TWA! I left my tear-soaked, empty nest in the California dust, and joyously migrated to Paris, France!
I took to the air with two bulging K-Mart wide-belly suitcases; one seriously emaciated bank account; an excess of self-confidence; and last, but not least, my little "hotdog" and main squeeze...