Second Chance LJ Idol Week 3: Busman's Holiday

[suesniffsglue]

I set a Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale on the bar and the bartender opens it for me. I am feeling good; I can relax--it's Friday and I'm watching my husband's band play. Next thing I know a person plops next to me. I vaguely recognize him as someone my husband knows. Within moments, he is talking my ear off. A half hour later, he knows nothing about

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[murielle]

I'm not a therapist. Never have been, but for some reason, I am either the "clown" to entertain and cheer them up or the "ear" for everyone's problems. (I know I did this! I know I made this happen! sigh)

Love this!