a Bouvier till her wedding day...

I recently started reading Jackie, Ethel, Joan: The Women of Camelot by J. Randy Taraborrelli. After finishing the section on "Whitehouse Infidelities", I could not get to sleep. (I have always been fascinated by the Kennedys. During the first trip I ever made to Cape Cod, I insisted upon visiting the Kennedy Compound in Hyannisport. I had hoped to catch some glimpse of something or someone, but I never did.) Anyway, last night I wondered about happy marriages. I thought about my parents. I thought about Kevin's parents. I thought about the parents of all my friends. All this thinking was probably why I slept like crap last night.