...at least the wine and company were great...

because even my "escape night" lead to more revelations I need to be on top of. But, I choose to believe God is taking care of me and leading me to the information, wisdom, and people He wants to help us to help ourselves with.

But even with that. I would like to raise my wine glass and sing to the tune of "Mamas, Don't Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys!"

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be financially clueless cowboys.
Don't let 'em not count every receipt pick guitars or not itemize every bill drive them old trucks.
Let them be careful and skillful doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be too traditional cowboys.
Cause if they want to stay home they need an actual home to live in they'll never stay home,
and this way they'll avoid feeling so alone they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.

Sing it with feeling!! A little sarcasm is good for the soul!