Which is why last night saw me opening a bottle of white wine all to myself, and settling on the couch to watch The Way We Were. Yes, a Streisand movie. But a great chick flick. Years ago I had seen a clip of it, the part where she is crying and telling him that no one will ever love him like she does, and it spoke to the part of me that was going through some stuff with a guy... blah blah. Anyway, knowing nothing about the actual story, I stuck it on my list of films I would one day get around to renting.

Total typecasting - Babs plays a commie! But what really got me was when she's with Mr. All-American's friends, and they're all cracking jokes about this and that, especially the president's death (I'm all about gallows humor, so I know where they were coming from), she sat scowling and eventually had a temper tantrum. Throughout the movie, Hubbel is telling her she needs to lighten up and get a sense of humor, that her politics make her boring. True. Her politics do make her boring! The whole left takes themselves waaay too seriously, and never crack a smile at anything (unless it hurts someone else - they seem to like that).

But then I thought - eeek! She's me! Okay, me if I were a communist, but me nonetheless. I spend hour after hour, day after day emerged in my passion for politics, which totally bores the crap out of my darling husband. It was a wakeup call. Time to start having a life outside the realm of the 6 o'clock news.

Um, any suggestions? I think I've forgotten how to do that. But at least I still have a sense of humor.