What is it in a dog's chemical makeup that makes them EAT MY UNDERWEAR?!

Writer's group last night. It was such a good thing. Although I feel I may not be as advanced as the other writers in the group, and definitely not as well-read, I am hoping my skills will increase as I go. I have so many ideas darting through my head every day and many of them I'm sure could make great stories. It's all a matter of simply sitting down and putting them into words as the inspiration hits. Unfortununately, it is often while in the midst of other projects, or dreams, that the best ideas come and hanging onto them is the hard part.

After writer's group I went to my friend Jen's house. As we sat there drinking Hooch (the new red stuff is pretty good - is it new?) our discussion went, as it often does, to relationships. I know what you're thinking - we were man-bashing. We weren't at all. We realize, after witnessing so many dysfunctional relationships, that we both have wonderful boyfriends. Honestly, they're both saints. I feel like I can truly be myself and will always be accepted. I know that sounds like a simple thing, but it is amazing how many women (and men) are unable to be themselves in certain relationships. I know this because that was me with all previous boyfriends. I don't know how Jen and I got so lucky; yeah I do, we're awesome! If I were a guy, I'd want to date us. (ego-trip of the day.. sometimes I just gotta. it's funny!). But, alas (jen's word) we have been going through similar inner struggles and it was helpful and reassuring to get her insight. She is a wise soul - one of about five people who I truly feel I can talk to about anything, and never, ever, be judged.
Jen's friendship, keeping with theory here, has been absorbed.