The other night my husband and I went out with friends. We danced and laughed as though we hadn’t a worry in the world. It was like old times, before life became serious. At one point my husband grinned at me and said, “Lisa’s back!” I knew exactly what he meant.
The poor guy thought he was marrying Good Time Gloria. What he didn’t bargain for was my alter ego, Doomsday Doris. That girl can fret like nobody’s business.
