You know, I once had a cashmere robe. It was very beautiful, very warm, very inviting, and very-very costly and difficult to clean. I saved it, for the days when a cashmere robe was appropriate. I never wore it. Never once, and I either sold it at a sale or threw it away. It represented the life I always thought I would have, but never the life I actually lived. I mean, who puts on a cashmere robe when the baby is going to spit up on it? Or the coffee just might spill or when the cigarette that I was always smoking could burn it? The point here is, this is the only life we get...the only time we go around. If you are living your life with a cashmere robe, then STOP it right now. This ain't no dress rehearsal and we don't get another chance. Either wear the damned thing or do away with it because the IDEA of the cashmere robe kind of life can really, really get a girl down.