Champagne taste and a beer pocketbook. I can relate totally to that. As I've gotten older, I have come to
accept it more. What I've found as I've gotten
older is I say to myself I'll think about it, and the next thing I know days and days have gone by and I've completely forgotten about it, which makes me think I didn't really need it in the first place. I have to totally forget
about it before I can look for a substitute. What usually happens is the substitute turns out to be better than what I fell in love with in the first place. Strange how that works.