Karma, round two.
Thursday . . . a day filled with intense drama television of the Bones, CSI, Grey's Anatomy , and Private Practice kind. And, of course, The Big Bang Theory . I'll save you the my ruckus humor of laughing out loud at TBBT. Instead, how about we revisit my fucked up karma. Way back when the sun was hot and bright (July, I think) I ran into a former something-or-the-other on the LIE. I was filling out paperwork at Old Westbury and heading back into my beloved 'hood. Well, he was sitting with his now wife in his shiny car, and as we paused next to one another he clutched his chest while his eyes bugged out at me. My mouth came open, and I felt my heart stop for a moment . . . maybe more. He sped away, and I can only imagine what the conversation was as he tried to explain his response to his Mrs. Me . . . I'm single. I didn't have to explain it to anyone but me. Well . . . Now that we are deep into the season of snow, about six mo...