Category Archives: Marriage
I’m Taking It As A Compliment
I’m a late bloomer. Like really late. I was a cute kid, but in a weird-looking half-elf/half-orphan-from-Ellis-Island sort of cute. No one would have wanted to cast me in a commercial, although I was hankering strongly to be in one. “I can do that,” I said to my mother. “I can eat Wonder Bread. I …
The Evil Trickster
After twenty-two years of loyal service, our precious scale died just before Christmas. It stayed the loving companion to the end – expiring with the sweetest gesture a scale has ever delivered. With its last dying breath, it said I weighed 87 pounds. My husband buried it in the cellar – because he can’t throw …
I Hope He Kept The Receipt
My husband and I are having the BEST disagreement EVER! My sweet and exasperating husband has a tendency to go a little overboard sometimes. Which drives me crazy when it is dicing vegetables or watering the plants. When it is buying me presents – well – I can tolerate it. This year he outdid himself. …
I Love Him. I Love Him Not.
Recently on a friend’s blog, I commented about romance. To those people still hoping to find everlasting love I gave this advice: “Don’t expect perfection. After many years of marriage, I still love my husband very much – but NOT EVERY MINUTE.” Friday was our twenty-first wedding anniversary. And even on that special, happy day, …
Formal Invitation
This weekend my husband and I attended a dinner party. The occasion was the 91st birthday of my husband’s Aunt Clara. It was just a family party, but it was special too. We dressed up – in new clothes, thanks to our weight loss. (I love shopping for little clothes.) Clara had said she didn’t …
Practice, Practice, Practice
You know the old joke – The tourist asks the New Yorker: “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice, Practice, Practice.” Well, I’ve been practicing all right. This is my 200th blog. I started fourteen months ago with a two-paragraph post about bathing suits, and I’ve been writing about bathing suits and other weirdnesses …
Driving Me Crazy
I love to go for a drive. But I don’t love being the driver. I like being the passenger. (In the front seat of course. I’m not that crazy about throwing up.) I like when my husband drives and I can: – File my nails – Check my email – Write a blog in my …
Renaissance Woman
For a little girl who thought culture came from the tin-foiled rabbit ears on the big Sylvania TV – after all, Ed Sullivan had ballet dancers as well as Topo Gigio – I somehow acquired fabulous Class. I’ve now been to the ballet. (It was just like The Ed Sullivan Show, although no one spinned …
I’m Younger Than That Now
When I first decided to get healthy – exercising more and eating right – my husband was a bit perturbed. He wasn’t too happy about how much time I spent at the gym, and he was even less enthused about the amount of snacks in the pantry. “You trying to be forty is going to make me …
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