Speaking of Getting Caught

Yesterday I started out writing about how some people don't realize what they have until they've lost it, but with so many distractions  (coffee brewing, Maggie Mae chewing on her ball, Tom humming a tune from Movin' on Up), I lost my train of thought and strayed from the point of my story.  What!?  It happens!

I'm talking about love.  There.  I said it right up front so I won't be tempted to stray.

Speaking of being tempted to stray, have I ever told you about the times my first, third, fifth, and sixth boyfriends strayed? Yep!  They all cheated on me but not in that order.  It's complicated.

Speaking of complicated, have I ever told you the story about my best friend Sandy, her horse, and my first husband? Yes?  I've told you that story?? Shoot!  I'd love to tell it again.

Speaking of love, why is it that some people don't realize what they have until they've lost it?  You didn't think I could find my way back, did you?  Go ahead.  Admit it.

Speaking of admitting it, did you know that most people who cheat don't admit it until after they're caught.

Speaking of getting caught, once the dirty little secret is out, that is when regret makes an appearance.

Speaking of regrets, have you noticed how some people don't realize what they have until they've lost it?