In a world where plastic surgery is as popular as a pair of
sexy Manolo Blahniks, suburban single mom Jessica Taylor is
trying to make it past forty with nothing more than
moisturizer and a swipe of mascara. Her glamorous best
friend, TV producer Lucy Baldor, has a different idea of
aging gracefully. "My body is a temple," Lucy explains. "I
just don't want it to crumble like St. John the Divine."
Jess and Lucy's friendship has weathered the trials of
marriage, the births of children, and the transition from
itty-bitty bikinis to "Kindest Cut" one-piece suits. Now the
women are discovering that midlife crises aren't just for
men--they're equal-opportunity dilemmas.
To Jess's dismay, Lucy announces that she's taken a lover. A
very famous lover. Her husband, Dan, is bound to find out
(especially after a picture of the amorous duo appears on
Page Six of the New York Post), but Lucy's too
wrapped up in the joys of expensive lingerie and romantic
retreats to care. Jess finds herself in the midst of her own
romantic predicament when, after ten years of silence, her
sexy French ex-husband, Jacques, ends up back in her
life--and in her bed.